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 Argentina and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare 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 John Lydon to the crunk 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Buzzcocks,
Joey Negro,
The Kinks,
The Standells,
Black Moon,
The Human League,
Pharoah Sanders,
Japan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Au Pairs,
June of 44,
Kaleidoscope,
Kool Moe Dee,
Excepter,
Drexciya,
Robert Wyatt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Hutcherson,
JFA,
Alphaville,
These Immortal Souls,
James White and The Blacks,
Ronnie Foster,
Radio Birdman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Icehouse,
New Order,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Residents,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Magazine,
Wolf Eyes,
Sarah Menescal,
the Slits,
Television Personalities,
Arcadia,
The Birthday Party,
Saccharine Trust,
China Crisis,
Barbara Tucker,
The Evens,
Deepchord,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ice-T,
Quando Quango,
Janne Schatter,
Can,
Robert Görl,
Connie Case,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sandy B,
Lakeside,
Robert Hood,
Lou Christie,
Severed Heads,
Babytalk,
Eden Ahbez,
Kas Product,
Dark Day,
Rotary Connection,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.