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 Turkmenistan and from Accra.
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 Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Sister Nancy to the grunge 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Fluxion,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jeru the Damaja,
New Age Steppers,
Pantytec,
Freddie Wadling,
Delon & Dalcan,
The American Breed,
Deepchord,
Brick,
Thompson Twins,
The Gladiators,
Aaron Thompson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rekid,
Make Up,
The Last Poets,
Al Stewart,
Roxy Music,
Rod Modell,
Avey Tare,
Nik Kershaw,
Howard Jones,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Faraquet,
Metal Thangz,
Young Marble Giants,
Lungfish,
Joe Smooth,
Pere Ubu,
Sun Ra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bush Tetras,
Darondo,
Archie Shepp,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Agent Orange,
The Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crooked Eye,
Minor Threat,
The Fortunes,
Arthur Verocai,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Agitation Free,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Simply Red,
Charles Mingus,
The Toasters,
The Blues Magoos,
Quadrant,
The Neon Judgement,
Swans,
Hasil Adkins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Dirtbombs,
Rapeman,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.