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 Armenia and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Wasted Youth to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Agitation Free,
Section 25,
Peter and Kerry,
Country Teasers,
Albert Ayler,
Vainqueur,
The Monochrome Set,
Josef K,
The Five Americans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Von Mondo,
Avey Tare,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Count Five,
Mr. Review,
Sister Nancy,
Interpol,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gabor Szabo,
Skarface,
Scientists,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rosa Yemen,
Mars,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alphaville,
Cameo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New Age Steppers,
Lucky Dragons,
Jeff Mills,
Fugazi,
New York Dolls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ohio Players,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Young Rascals,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cure,
Lower 48,
Sun Ra,
David Axelrod,
Au Pairs,
Half Japanese,
Depeche Mode,
Davy DMX,
The Cowsills,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hoover,
Todd Terry,
Black Bananas,
Outsiders,
X-102,
Cymande,
Maleditus Sound,
Little Man,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.