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 Zimbabwe and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Neil Young to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Country Teasers,
John Holt,
Panda Bear,
Terrestrial Tones,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Freddie Wadling,
Bootsy Collins,
Stiv Bators,
Liliput,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Coltrane,
Leonard Cohen,
Motorama,
Tim Buckley,
Gang Starr,
Jeru the Damaja,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The United States of America,
the Slits,
Chrome,
R.M.O.,
Babytalk,
Unrelated Segments,
The Slackers,
Rites of Spring,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cymande,
The Stooges,
T. Rex,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
E-Dancer,
Lebanon Hanover,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Moss Icon,
CMW,
Neu!,
Alphaville,
Echospace,
Bill Wells,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boz Scaggs,
Urselle,
Gichy Dan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Association,
Robert Hood,
Reuben Wilson,
The Techniques,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grandmaster Flash,
AZ,
Minny Pops,
Tropical Tobacco,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Blues Magoos,
These Immortal Souls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.