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 Portugal and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Grauzone to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
The American Breed,
Wally Richardson,
Terrestrial Tones,
David Bowie,
Rod Modell,
Quadrant,
Eli Mardock,
JFA,
Yazoo,
Rakim,
Fugazi,
Joe Finger,
James Chance & The Contortions,
ABBA,
Joyce Sims,
Ludus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Warsaw,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bang On A Can,
Soul Sonic Force,
D'Angelo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harry Pussy,
Zapp,
Lightning Bolt,
Michelle Simonal,
Junior Murvin,
The Monochrome Set,
Judy Mowatt,
James White and The Blacks,
Pagans,
ABC,
Marmalade,
Livin' Joy,
Animal Collective,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grey Daturas,
Mantronix,
Minor Threat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Blancmange,
Cal Tjader,
Funkadelic,
The Evens,
Marvin Gaye,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bob Dylan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Quantec,
Moby Grape,
Fear,
Sandy B,
Wings,
Stiv Bators,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Patti Smith,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.