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 Cyprus and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
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 spring reverb 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 Barry Ungar to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Eddi Front,
Panda Bear,
The Electric Prunes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Silicon Teens,
T. Rex,
Bob Dylan,
Black Bananas,
Bluetip,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mo-Dettes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lindisfarne,
Boredoms,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Los Fastidios,
Laurel Aitken,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stereo Dub,
La Düsseldorf,
Pantytec,
Cybotron,
The Gladiators,
Gichy Dan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Derrick May,
Quantec,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sugar Minott,
Quadrant,
Black Sheep,
Delon & Dalcan,
Derrick Morgan,
Stiv Bators,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Excepter,
The New Christs,
Vladislav Delay,
The Vogues,
Youth Brigade,
Barry Ungar,
Stockholm Monsters,
Suicide,
Goldenarms,
The Young Rascals,
Josef K,
The Music Machine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Duran Duran,
The Durutti Column,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Archie Shepp,
Ultravox,
Jeff Mills,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Henry Cow,
Prince Buster,
Arab on Radar,
Janne Schatter,
The Blackbyrds,
Ken Boothe,
Minor Threat,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.