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 Sierra Leone and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Index to the electroclash 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Cluster,
Brass Construction,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bob Dylan,
The New Christs,
Nik Kershaw,
Liliput,
Schoolly D,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cameo,
Skriet,
Juan Atkins,
Albert Ayler,
Kerri Chandler,
Fluxion,
Crooked Eye,
David Axelrod,
Morten Harket,
Hardrive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Organ,
The Slits,
Hoover,
Parry Music,
Second Layer,
the Germs,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Durutti Column,
Mantronix,
Pagans,
AZ,
Sixth Finger,
The Angels of Light,
The Divine Comedy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Outsiders,
Jacques Brel,
Y Pants,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Radio Birdman,
Isaac Hayes,
Patti Smith,
Radiopuhelimet,
La Düsseldorf,
Gichy Dan,
Laurel Aitken,
Radiohead,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bang On A Can,
The Moleskins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Sound,
The Mummies,
Beasts of Bourbon,
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.