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 Gambia and from Columbus.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Amon Düül II to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Soft Cell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sparks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cramps,
Erasure,
The Gun Club,
The Pretty Things,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Trumans Water,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nils Olav,
R.M.O.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rekid,
Godley & Creme,
Camberwell Now,
Niagra,
Andrew Hill,
The United States of America,
Jandek,
Mr. Review,
The Knickerbockers,
Procol Harum,
Shuggie Otis,
Darondo,
Eli Mardock,
The Divine Comedy,
Parry Music,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Warsaw,
Black Sheep,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Barracudas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Albert Ayler,
The Raincoats,
The Young Rascals,
The Moleskins,
Ituana,
Glenn Branca,
kango's stein massive,
Intrusion,
Soft Machine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lower 48,
The Red Krayola,
Visage,
Rakim,
Jacob Miller,
Banda Bassotti,
Smog,
Black Moon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ronan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joey Negro,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neu!,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.