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 Qatar 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
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 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 Donald Fagen 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 Zeros to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Byron Stingily,
the Human League,
Gang Starr,
Motorama,
Aswad,
Index,
Steve Hackett,
Danielle Patucci,
The Move,
The Fuzztones,
The Vogues,
Echospace,
Soul Sonic Force,
Buzzcocks,
Q and Not U,
The Star Department,
Kenny Larkin,
Amon Düül II,
Main Source,
Wally Richardson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wasted Youth,
Section 25,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sound,
Accadde A,
The Angels of Light,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Quando Quango,
Wire,
Erykah Badu,
KRS-One,
The Sonics,
Joyce Sims,
Supertramp,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Outsiders,
Pussy Galore,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yellowson,
Sugar Minott,
Frankie Knuckles,
Harry Pussy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Görl,
The Remains,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Doobie Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
Sarah Menescal,
Nation of Ulysses,
Animal Collective,
Shoche,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Television Personalities,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Real Kids,
Ponytail,
Quadrant,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.