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 Benin and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 Cluster to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yaz,
Nirvana,
Aaron Thompson,
The Raincoats,
Technova,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Young Marble Giants,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brick,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Main Source,
Gregory Isaacs,
The American Breed,
Public Enemy,
Harmonia,
Model 500,
Sex Pistols,
EPMD,
Duran Duran,
The Gladiators,
Skaos,
X-101,
Byron Stingily,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Durutti Column,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Black Dice,
Grey Daturas,
Stereo Dub,
Glambeats Corp.,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Sherman,
Sarah Menescal,
CMW,
Mo-Dettes,
Lungfish,
Swans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jerry's Kids,
Mars,
Dead Boys,
Monks,
Q and Not U,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alice Coltrane,
Joey Negro,
Robert Hood,
Schoolly D,
Absolute Body Control,
Cameo,
The Pop Group,
Graham Central Station,
Idris Muhammad,
Henry Cow,
The Associates,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Neil Young,
Agitation Free,
Minnie Riperton,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.