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 Spain and from Calgary.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
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 808 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 Dark Day to the grime 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Agitation Free,
The Beau Brummels,
Fluxion,
Surgeon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Essential Logic,
The Buckinghams,
Hot Snakes,
Soft Cell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Technova,
Popol Vuh,
Wasted Youth,
Gang of Four,
Gerry Rafferty,
Amon Düül,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Warren Ellis,
Roy Ayers,
Scratch Acid,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Thompson Twins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eli Mardock,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crash Course in Science,
Boogie Down Productions,
Liliput,
the Bar-Kays,
Lower 48,
Curtis Mayfield,
Godley & Creme,
Marmalade,
John Lydon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Pretty Things,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Görl,
Heaven 17,
The Fuzztones,
The Black Dice,
B.T. Express,
Soft Machine,
Eurythmics,
Jacques Brel,
Mad Mike,
Babytalk,
Niagra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Foxx,
Yusef Lateef,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jawbox,
Accadde A,
Simply Red,
Janne Schatter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Andrew Hill,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
kango's stein massive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.