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 Malta and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Ponytail to the funk 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Liliput,
Los Fastidios,
The Moleskins,
The Real Kids,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Walker Brothers,
The Sonics,
The Blackbyrds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sonny Sharrock,
Television,
Skarface,
Lou Christie,
Davy DMX,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Porter Ricks,
Letta Mbulu,
Can,
Avey Tare,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tubeway Army,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pole,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tres Demented,
The Cure,
Man Parrish,
Banda Bassotti,
Essential Logic,
Monks,
Accadde A,
Joensuu 1685,
Anakelly,
Ken Boothe,
The Remains,
Arcadia,
Blake Baxter,
Loose Ends,
The Toasters,
Dennis Brown,
Buzzcocks,
Oneida,
Swell Maps,
Rakim,
X-Ray Spex,
Crime,
the Soft Cell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Bananas,
Pylon,
Warsaw,
Jandek,
the Human League,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Zeros,
Todd Rundgren,
Dawn Penn,
Mantronix,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.