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 Mozambique and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Quantec to the grime 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wings,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deepchord,
Charles Mingus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Moleskins,
Danielle Patucci,
Toni Rubio,
Reuben Wilson,
Icehouse,
Hashim,
Jesper Dahlback,
Young Marble Giants,
Alison Limerick,
New Order,
Mandrill,
OOIOO,
Amazonics,
Bauhaus,
Scan 7,
Glenn Branca,
The Vogues,
The Moody Blues,
Talk Talk,
The Dead C,
Bang On A Can,
Terry Callier,
Joy Division,
Iggy Pop,
Jacob Miller,
Glambeats Corp.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultimate Spinach,
Accadde A,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Erykah Badu,
Mr. Review,
Black Flag,
Drive Like Jehu,
Q and Not U,
The Motions,
The Divine Comedy,
The Saints,
DNA,
The Searchers,
Kas Product,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lakeside,
Jandek,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Beau Brummels,
Susan Cadogan,
KRS-One,
Cluster,
Hoover,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.