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 Bangladesh 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Harmonia to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cameo,
The Pretty Things,
Barrington Levy,
Kayak,
The Trojans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Smoke,
The Standells,
Idris Muhammad,
Minutemen,
Television Personalities,
David Bowie,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Peter and Kerry,
MC5,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Vogues,
LL Cool J,
DJ Sneak,
Groovy Waters,
Glenn Branca,
Moss Icon,
kango's stein massive,
the Association,
Aswad,
Drexciya,
AZ,
Boogie Down Productions,
Panda Bear,
The Buckinghams,
Pole,
Sandy B,
The Gladiators,
The Slits,
Prince Buster,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Tremeloes,
Pantytec,
One Last Wish,
Faraquet,
Jerry's Kids,
Erasure,
Ludus,
Althea and Donna,
Wolf Eyes,
Lakeside,
PIL,
Tears for Fears,
Silicon Teens,
Hasil Adkins,
Massinfluence,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
These Immortal Souls,
Moebius,
X-102,
Eddi Front,
Howard Jones,
Matthew Halsall,
Lightning Bolt,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.