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 Laos and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 Los Fastidios to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stetsasonic,
Zero Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scan 7,
The Leaves,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cameo,
Ten City,
Angry Samoans,
Kayak,
cv313,
Interpol,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Flag,
Black Bananas,
Susan Cadogan,
Average White Band,
L. Decosne,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Womack,
The Moody Blues,
Moss Icon,
Surgeon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crooked Eye,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Reagan Youth,
Arcadia,
Dorothy Ashby,
Heaven 17,
Minutemen,
Adolescents,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Cale,
The Monochrome Set,
Soft Machine,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sonic Youth,
Index,
T. Rex,
Negative Approach,
Fatback Band,
Fugazi,
the Soft Cell,
Fela Kuti,
Robert Görl,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nas,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Normal,
Iggy Pop,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Shadows of Knight,
Unwound,
The Beau Brummels,
MDC,
Blake Baxter,
Alison Limerick,
The Sonics,
Ultravox,
The J.B.'s,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.