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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 Bang On A Can to the crunk 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Popol Vuh,
FM Einheit,
Bill Wells,
Technova,
EPMD,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crooked Eye,
The Sonics,
Mars,
Swans,
Absolute Body Control,
Section 25,
Deadbeat,
Minny Pops,
T. Rex,
Livin' Joy,
Warren Ellis,
Lyres,
Eurythmics,
Kerri Chandler,
The Victims,
the Normal,
Alton Ellis,
China Crisis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jacques Brel,
Sex Pistols,
Grey Daturas,
Essential Logic,
Thee Headcoats,
Scott Walker,
The Red Krayola,
Oblivians,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ice-T,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fat Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
Pantytec,
Ultra Naté,
R.M.O.,
Skarface,
Severed Heads,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Techniques,
Main Source,
Accadde A,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang Gang Dance,
Prince Buster,
Mo-Dettes,
Eric Dolphy,
Brass Construction,
Flash Fearless,
Stockholm Monsters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Swell Maps,
Laurel Aitken,
Toni Rubio,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.