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 Norway and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Procol Harum,
The Count Five,
Suburban Knight,
Shoche,
The Birthday Party,
Hashim,
Harmonia,
Infiniti,
The Move,
Mandrill,
Prince Buster,
Swans,
Man Parrish,
Urselle,
Roxette,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Boredoms,
Aloha Tigers,
Television,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Pretty Things,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Pus,
Wolf Eyes,
Arthur Verocai,
OOIOO,
Aaron Thompson,
The Barracudas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brass Construction,
The Index,
Mars,
Jandek,
Carl Craig,
The Happenings,
Andrew Hill,
Black Moon,
Alphaville,
Lindisfarne,
Zapp,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Sound,
The Busters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Electric Prunes,
Derrick Morgan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Subhumans,
Bob Dylan,
Skriet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chrome,
Japan,
Sugar Minott,
Underground Resistance,
In Retrospect,
Laurel Aitken,
Jerry's Kids,
Eve St. Jones,
Thee Headcoats,
X-101,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.