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 Laos and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Symarip to the electroclash 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Crash Course in Science,
Deadbeat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Severed Heads,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kayak,
The Knickerbockers,
D'Angelo,
Wings,
In Retrospect,
The Monks,
John Lydon,
David Bowie,
Soulsonic Force,
Sam Rivers,
Monolake,
Von Mondo,
The Moleskins,
Pantaleimon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric Dolphy,
Mad Mike,
The Trojans,
Sex Pistols,
Hardrive,
Ken Boothe,
New York Dolls,
Jeff Mills,
Grauzone,
Country Teasers,
Davy DMX,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Au Pairs,
The Mojo Men,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yusef Lateef,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultra Naté,
Idris Muhammad,
Jimmy McGriff,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yazoo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Slits,
Goldenarms,
Sarah Menescal,
The Invisible,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
KRS-One,
Ituana,
JFA,
The Count Five,
Urselle,
X-101,
Magma,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yellowson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Kinks,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.