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 Cameroon and from Toronto.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 The Standells to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
The Victims,
Trumans Water,
Ash Ra Tempel,
David McCallum,
Eric Copeland,
Patti Smith,
John Foxx,
Loose Ends,
Model 500,
Lou Christie,
Radiohead,
Judy Mowatt,
the Human League,
Adolescents,
The Birthday Party,
Rites of Spring,
the Normal,
The Dead C,
8 Eyed Spy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Clear Light,
R.M.O.,
The Young Rascals,
Supertramp,
Sparks,
Swans,
Joy Division,
Rapeman,
Lightning Bolt,
Connie Case,
KRS-One,
Main Source,
Marine Girls,
Talk Talk,
Scott Walker,
Chrome,
Michelle Simonal,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Sherman,
The Barracudas,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed,
Robert Görl,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hardrive,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bill Near,
Amon Düül,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Leaves,
Idris Muhammad,
Interpol,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Buckinghams,
Nik Kershaw,
Arcadia,
The Last Poets,
The Human League,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Robert Hood,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.