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 South Africa and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 Colin Newman to the grime 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Japan,
Ronnie Foster,
New Order,
Sun City Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Foxx,
Gerry Rafferty,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Siglo XX,
Davy DMX,
Sex Pistols,
KRS-One,
Skaos,
Aloha Tigers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Darondo,
La Düsseldorf,
Man Eating Sloth,
Monks,
Eric Copeland,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cowsills,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Tremeloes,
Popol Vuh,
Nils Olav,
James White and The Blacks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Pretty Things,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soft Machine,
The Cure,
Franke,
EPMD,
Sister Nancy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Don Cherry,
Grey Daturas,
The Slackers,
Jacob Miller,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Soft Cell,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Section 25,
Mars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alton Ellis,
Fat Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.