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 Pakistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
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 clarinet 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 David Bowie to the disco 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Ronan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joensuu 1685,
Johnny Osbourne,
Chris Corsano,
These Immortal Souls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tubeway Army,
UT,
Nik Kershaw,
Minor Threat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lyres,
Siglo XX,
Warren Ellis,
Eden Ahbez,
Soft Cell,
Livin' Joy,
Bush Tetras,
Ohio Players,
The New Christs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
PIL,
Metal Thangz,
Neu!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Con Funk Shun,
Soft Machine,
The Kinks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Country Teasers,
Model 500,
Icehouse,
The Five Americans,
Prince Buster,
Ornette Coleman,
Masters at Work,
Cameo,
Spoonie Gee,
Loose Ends,
Gang Green,
Joe Smooth,
Spandau Ballet,
Harmonia,
Stiv Bators,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Young Marble Giants,
The Stooges,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Moleskins,
Khruangbin,
Cal Tjader,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Whodini,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.