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 Nigeria and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Godley & Creme to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Metal Thangz,
Jacob Miller,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lindisfarne,
Royal Trux,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lightning Bolt,
Piero Umiliani,
Amazonics,
Hoover,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wally Richardson,
The Skatalites,
Joe Finger,
Derrick May,
Peter & Gordon,
The Seeds,
Ice-T,
Spandau Ballet,
Pulsallama,
Das Ding,
Pierre Henry,
Fear,
Deakin,
Brand Nubian,
Sight & Sound,
The Happenings,
The Tremeloes,
Qualms,
Moby Grape,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jandek,
Talk Talk,
Masters at Work,
The Real Kids,
Echospace,
Siglo XX,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pere Ubu,
Half Japanese,
Aural Exciters,
Marvin Gaye,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Victims,
EPMD,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Womack,
Andrew Hill,
Silicon Teens,
Eric Copeland,
Agitation Free,
The Move,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yellowson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scientists,
Yusef Lateef,
Minny Pops,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.