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 Guyana and from Hong Kong.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
La Düsseldorf,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Skatalites,
The Busters,
Heaven 17,
Tim Buckley,
Robert Hood,
Leonard Cohen,
The Neon Judgement,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Red Krayola,
Oblivians,
Flash Fearless,
Nation of Ulysses,
The American Breed,
Rites of Spring,
The New Christs,
Lalann,
China Crisis,
Steve Hackett,
The Count Five,
Matthew Halsall,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
T.S.O.L.,
Funky Four + One,
the Normal,
PIL,
Roy Ayers,
Kayak,
Depeche Mode,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
FM Einheit,
ABBA,
Roger Hodgson,
Terry Callier,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Oneida,
Mission of Burma,
Aaron Thompson,
AZ,
Terrestrial Tones,
Siglo XX,
Royal Trux,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eddi Front,
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
The J.B.'s,
Rosa Yemen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Walker Brothers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joyce Sims,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Birthday Party,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.