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 Saudi Arabia and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Wire to the disco 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Circle Jerks,
Essential Logic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Steve Hackett,
Rakim,
Maurizio,
Kas Product,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Flesh Eaters,
10cc,
Massinfluence,
Althea and Donna,
Alphaville,
Lindisfarne,
Pantytec,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Blackbyrds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kayak,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Buckinghams,
Robert Görl,
Magma,
the Soft Cell,
EPMD,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed,
Jacques Brel,
Spoonie Gee,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dead Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Trojans,
OOIOO,
Hot Snakes,
La Düsseldorf,
Brothers Johnson,
Television Personalities,
Fat Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bob Dylan,
Bronski Beat,
Tres Demented,
Q and Not U,
Average White Band,
Blake Baxter,
Heaven 17,
Tomorrow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Vladislav Delay,
Gabor Szabo,
Sight & Sound,
Faust,
The Young Rascals,
The Kinks,
The United States of America,
Y Pants,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.