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 Benin and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 MC5 to the jazz 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Wyatt,
Roger Hodgson,
Danielle Patucci,
The Evens,
Pagans,
Ornette Coleman,
Chris & Cosey,
Soul II Soul,
Minor Threat,
Roxette,
Nirvana,
Todd Terry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Suburban Knight,
Yazoo,
Bobby Sherman,
Ossler,
Pussy Galore,
AZ,
The Fuzztones,
the Normal,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pere Ubu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chris Corsano,
Fad Gadget,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chrome,
Mandrill,
The Litter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Steve Hackett,
The Gun Club,
Grey Daturas,
The Gladiators,
Dead Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Johnny Clarke,
Jeff Lynne,
CMW,
Agitation Free,
Negative Approach,
The Invisible,
Gil Scott Heron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ken Boothe,
Parry Music,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joe Finger,
China Crisis,
Black Bananas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rakim,
The American Breed,
James White and The Blacks,
Nick Fraelich,
The Young Rascals,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.