Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Jordan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Alarm Clocks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Chrome,
Subhumans,
Panda Bear,
The Searchers,
Quadrant,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ronan,
The Blackbyrds,
Juan Atkins,
Bronski Beat,
Scientists,
The Remains,
a-ha,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lower 48,
U.S. Maple,
John Coltrane,
T.S.O.L.,
Quando Quango,
Minor Threat,
Black Moon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joey Negro,
Harry Pussy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Letta Mbulu,
The Victims,
The Stooges,
Echospace,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Slackers,
The Sound,
Eddi Front,
Urselle,
Joyce Sims,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Amazonics,
Lyres,
The Saints,
Deakin,
John Foxx,
Thompson Twins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Blossom Toes,
Tears for Fears,
Theoretical Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
Yaz,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter and Kerry,
Jawbox,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
ABBA,
Hasil Adkins,
Gong,
Cybotron,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.