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 India and from Calgary.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
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 guitar 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 The Detroit Cobras to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Los Fastidios record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soulsonic Force,
Laurel Aitken,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brand Nubian,
Quando Quango,
Von Mondo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Isaac Hayes,
Bronski Beat,
The Pretty Things,
Franke,
Roxy Music,
A Certain Ratio,
David Axelrod,
Letta Mbulu,
Janne Schatter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Goldenarms,
The Slackers,
Y Pants,
Rhythm & Sound,
Japan,
The Techniques,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cure,
Blake Baxter,
Quadrant,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Masters at Work,
The Moleskins,
Rotary Connection,
Mo-Dettes,
Sugar Minott,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barrington Levy,
Black Sheep,
Lalo Schifrin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blossom Toes,
The Fire Engines,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
E-Dancer,
Gang of Four,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harmonia,
Sight & Sound,
Das Ding,
Ituana,
Max Romeo,
ABBA,
Newcleus,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cowsills,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aswad,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.