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 Sudan and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Lou Reed 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 New Age Steppers 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Jandek,
Talk Talk,
Monolake,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cheater Slicks,
Minny Pops,
The Kinks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Slits,
The Fortunes,
The Evens,
Jacob Miller,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yazoo,
The Cramps,
Michelle Simonal,
Das Ding,
Tom Boy,
B.T. Express,
The J.B.'s,
Little Man,
Neu!,
Harmonia,
Henry Cow,
Gastr Del Sol,
Organ,
The Saints,
Unrelated Segments,
MDC,
Bad Manners,
Grauzone,
Rosa Yemen,
The Mojo Men,
The Selecter,
10cc,
Roy Ayers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Boz Scaggs,
Roxy Music,
Robert Görl,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ohio Players,
Goldenarms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Angels of Light,
The Neon Judgement,
Minnie Riperton,
Liliput,
Lakeside,
Franke,
Black Bananas,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Sherman,
Sugar Minott,
Jeff Lynne,
Parry Music,
June Days,
Joe Finger,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.