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 Solomon Islands and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 Patti Smith to the techno 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
L. Decosne,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tomorrow,
Letta Mbulu,
Man Parrish,
The Litter,
Sun City Girls,
Cal Tjader,
Lungfish,
Fela Kuti,
Yazoo,
10cc,
Deakin,
Q65,
MDC,
Blancmange,
Talk Talk,
Oneida,
Niagra,
Chris & Cosey,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eddi Front,
Stereo Dub,
Infiniti,
Dead Boys,
Little Man,
Joy Division,
The Offenders,
The Monochrome Set,
The Blackbyrds,
Mantronix,
Mandrill,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Names,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Derrick Morgan,
Animal Collective,
the Normal,
Cymande,
The Evens,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
One Last Wish,
The Residents,
The Slackers,
The Buckinghams,
Inner City,
Royal Trux,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Amon Düül II,
Stiv Bators,
Juan Atkins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Public Image Ltd.,
Todd Rundgren,
The Velvet Underground,
H. Thieme,
E-Dancer,
Ultra Naté,
Brick,
Trumans Water,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.