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 Netherlands and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the techno 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
The Fall,
Moebius,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Thee Headcoats,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rakim,
Stetsasonic,
Neil Young,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Janne Schatter,
Simply Red,
Soulsonic Force,
The Young Rascals,
Faraquet,
Fad Gadget,
R.M.O.,
Agitation Free,
Underground Resistance,
The Moleskins,
Altered Images,
Gang of Four,
Cluster,
Brand Nubian,
Sun City Girls,
Zapp,
Barrington Levy,
Davy DMX,
B.T. Express,
Max Romeo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Model 500,
The Invisible,
Goldenarms,
The Doors,
Roxy Music,
Hasil Adkins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bill Near,
Deakin,
The Cowsills,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric Copeland,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ten City,
DJ Style,
Sister Nancy,
Unwound,
Can,
Pole,
T. Rex,
The Last Poets,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mars,
Nick Fraelich,
The Dave Clark Five,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Pretty Things,
Tim Buckley,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.