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 Suriname and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare 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 The Toasters to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Dark Day,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Swans,
Fela Kuti,
The Flesh Eaters,
Michelle Simonal,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deakin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Maurizio,
Anthony Braxton,
Angry Samoans,
Rufus Thomas,
ABC,
Nico,
Rod Modell,
Gabor Szabo,
The Young Rascals,
Deadbeat,
The Electric Prunes,
Barry Ungar,
The Martian,
Scientists,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gladiators,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fugs,
Minor Threat,
Lyres,
MC5,
Duran Duran,
The Black Dice,
DNA,
Brand Nubian,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cal Tjader,
Grey Daturas,
Pole,
Livin' Joy,
Donny Hathaway,
Hot Snakes,
Skarface,
Soulsonic Force,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tears for Fears,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Barracudas,
The Kinks,
Barbara Tucker,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Association,
Slick Rick,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sonic Youth,
Bluetip,
The Durutti Column,
Funky Four + One,
Boredoms,
Ice-T,
The Monks,
Hardrive,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.