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 Uzbekistan and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Lou Reed 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Mantronix,
T.S.O.L.,
The Beau Brummels,
The Human League,
The Sonics,
The Vogues,
Agent Orange,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Monochrome Set,
Bad Manners,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sex Pistols,
PIL,
Skriet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ponytail,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Depeche Mode,
The Walker Brothers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mad Mike,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fall,
Gabor Szabo,
Yazoo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
A Certain Ratio,
Hashim,
Leonard Cohen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chris & Cosey,
Loose Ends,
Bootsy Collins,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gories,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Maleditus Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joyce Sims,
Delta 5,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Wake,
Jacob Miller,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Funky Four + One,
Franke,
Deakin,
The Busters,
Au Pairs,
Chrome,
Harmonia,
Morten Harket,
Andrew Hill,
The Residents,
Angry Samoans,
Fatback Band,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.