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 Tunisia and from Shanghai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Loose Ends to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Section 25,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jawbox,
Joe Smooth,
Matthew Bourne,
Archie Shepp,
cv313,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Suicide,
Marshall Jefferson,
China Crisis,
Ohio Players,
The Knickerbockers,
Thee Headcoats,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cameo,
Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fugazi,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Coltrane,
Neu!,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fuzztones,
The Leaves,
The Gladiators,
kango's stein massive,
R.M.O.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sandy B,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barrington Levy,
T.S.O.L.,
Khruangbin,
Al Stewart,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ludus,
Lee Hazlewood,
10cc,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Mighty Diamonds,
X-Ray Spex,
The Angels of Light,
Symarip,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Slits,
Basic Channel,
Delta 5,
B.T. Express,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Faraquet,
Alton Ellis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Newcleus,
MC5,
Sixth Finger,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.