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 Singapore and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Arthur Verocai to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Sex Pistols,
8 Eyed Spy,
A Certain Ratio,
The Selecter,
The Fortunes,
Wasted Youth,
Johnny Clarke,
Yaz,
Hardrive,
Todd Rundgren,
Cheater Slicks,
Cameo,
The Gladiators,
John Holt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Agitation Free,
Bootsy Collins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jawbox,
Grauzone,
Cluster,
Kurtis Blow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Swans,
Lalann,
Sandy B,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Zero Boys,
Essential Logic,
Alton Ellis,
Fela Kuti,
Minutemen,
KRS-One,
Alison Limerick,
Toni Rubio,
Connie Case,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ossler,
Bobby Hutcherson,
June Days,
Lower 48,
Tomorrow,
Patti Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skarface,
Fatback Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
DJ Sneak,
Sonic Youth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Maleditus Sound,
Outsiders,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Raincoats,
Flamin' Groovies,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deepchord,
Stiv Bators,
Electric Prunes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.