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 Russia and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
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 clarinet 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 Thompson Twins to the techno 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
B.T. Express,
Q and Not U,
Monks,
The Selecter,
Tom Boy,
Interpol,
Metal Thangz,
Reuben Wilson,
Grey Daturas,
Essential Logic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lower 48,
Outsiders,
Trumans Water,
Terrestrial Tones,
Davy DMX,
Vainqueur,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joe Finger,
Ituana,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Kinks,
Judy Mowatt,
John Coltrane,
Roxy Music,
Marvin Gaye,
Boredoms,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Reagan Youth,
Michelle Simonal,
Leonard Cohen,
Matthew Halsall,
the Bar-Kays,
Marine Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Tomorrow,
Depeche Mode,
Lucky Dragons,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fad Gadget,
Surgeon,
Au Pairs,
The Evens,
The Searchers,
Laurel Aitken,
Kaleidoscope,
The New Christs,
kango's stein massive,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sex Pistols,
The Gap Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sixth Finger,
Popol Vuh,
Yazoo,
Kurtis Blow,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.