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 Yemen and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Camberwell Now to the grime 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Joy Division,
China Crisis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Beau Brummels,
The Music Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
Masters at Work,
Charles Mingus,
The Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Parry Music,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Divine Comedy,
Funkadelic,
Alison Limerick,
Johnny Clarke,
Joey Negro,
Harmonia,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Terry Callier,
The Dead C,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Harry Pussy,
Arab on Radar,
Fear,
Bobby Sherman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Birthday Party,
Bauhaus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Moon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cowsills,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marcia Griffiths,
Byron Stingily,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Blake Baxter,
E-Dancer,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Busters,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Happenings,
Kas Product,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
L. Decosne,
Rites of Spring,
Warsaw,
The Names,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Spoonie Gee,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Christie,
Brass Construction,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gichy Dan,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.