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 Slovakia and from London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sam Rivers to the disco 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
The Dirtbombs,
The Last Poets,
The United States of America,
Todd Terry,
Eurythmics,
Charles Mingus,
Blossom Toes,
The Barracudas,
Moby Grape,
Eve St. Jones,
Los Fastidios,
Ice-T,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nas,
Todd Rundgren,
The Searchers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mo-Dettes,
Tommy Roe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ken Boothe,
X-102,
Delta 5,
Crispian St. Peters,
Michelle Simonal,
Lindisfarne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
La Düsseldorf,
U.S. Maple,
David Bowie,
The Fortunes,
Franke,
Quando Quango,
Zapp,
Aswad,
Panda Bear,
Lou Christie,
The Pop Group,
Ultravox,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pantytec,
The Slits,
The New Christs,
The Offenders,
The Invisible,
Absolute Body Control,
Matthew Halsall,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Soft Cell,
The Moleskins,
Henry Cow,
The Doobie Brothers,
Con Funk Shun,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Seeds,
Rekid,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pagans,
The Pretty Things,
Darondo,
Donny Hathaway,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.