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 Chad and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Swell Maps to the grunge 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Jeff Lynne,
Easy Going,
the Sonics,
Pole,
The Index,
The Remains,
Harpers Bizarre,
Steve Hackett,
Jandek,
The United States of America,
The Zeros,
Groovy Waters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Names,
Ludus,
Matthew Halsall,
Altered Images,
Lou Reed,
Shoche,
Talk Talk,
The Standells,
The Cramps,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Severed Heads,
Man Parrish,
Echospace,
Rod Modell,
Mr. Review,
Bad Manners,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lower 48,
Mad Mike,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crash Course in Science,
The Divine Comedy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ossler,
Scientists,
Fugazi,
Minor Threat,
Rapeman,
Sällskapet,
Soft Cell,
The Doobie Brothers,
X-101,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
X-102,
Blake Baxter,
Ten City,
Buzzcocks,
The Associates,
Byron Stingily,
Sun City Girls,
Don Cherry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Residents,
Jeff Mills,
The Stooges,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.