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 Iran and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
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 synthesizer 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 The Dirtbombs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
8 Eyed Spy,
Unrelated Segments,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hashim,
Ken Boothe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Anthony Braxton,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
R.M.O.,
Banda Bassotti,
K-Klass,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pussy Galore,
Vainqueur,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Golliwogs,
Kerri Chandler,
Quantec,
Clear Light,
Jawbox,
Rekid,
Supertramp,
Ultimate Spinach,
Newcleus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Be Bop Deluxe,
48th St. Collective,
Joey Negro,
Carl Craig,
John Cale,
Skarface,
Lee Hazlewood,
Terry Callier,
Fatback Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fugazi,
Slick Rick,
Lyres,
Matthew Halsall,
The Count Five,
Max Romeo,
Audionom,
Deadbeat,
Funkadelic,
The Barracudas,
John Foxx,
Nik Kershaw,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Duran Duran,
The Gladiators,
Silicon Teens,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Hutcherson,
FM Einheit,
Lucky Dragons,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.