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 Mozambique and from Woodstock.
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 Lille and Shanghai.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Kerrie Biddell to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Kaleidoscope,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Albert Ayler,
Jacob Miller,
Slave,
The Shadows of Knight,
Suburban Knight,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Moleskins,
Ultimate Spinach,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Trojans,
Tubeway Army,
Leonard Cohen,
Tears for Fears,
Fela Kuti,
The Knickerbockers,
Roy Ayers,
Sight & Sound,
Subhumans,
Dennis Brown,
The Red Krayola,
Hoover,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roger Hodgson,
Jawbox,
Prince Buster,
Schoolly D,
Model 500,
The Dead C,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Todd Terry,
Erykah Badu,
The Birthday Party,
The Music Machine,
The Durutti Column,
Radiohead,
Skarface,
The Velvet Underground,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
China Crisis,
Surgeon,
Soft Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
Half Japanese,
Scratch Acid,
Blake Baxter,
Hasil Adkins,
Television Personalities,
Blancmange,
Rekid,
Brass Construction,
Los Fastidios,
Youth Brigade,
The Monks,
Carl Craig,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.