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 Eritrea and from Seoul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Youth Brigade to the punk 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
Letta Mbulu,
Japan,
Babytalk,
Nirvana,
Unrelated Segments,
Cybotron,
Aaron Thompson,
Silicon Teens,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Howard Jones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deadbeat,
Tomorrow,
X-Ray Spex,
Neil Young,
DNA,
Robert Görl,
The Litter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Womack,
The Neon Judgement,
Dave Gahan,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Von Mondo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang of Four,
Thee Headcoats,
Iggy Pop,
Glenn Branca,
The Seeds,
Zapp,
Reuben Wilson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fela Kuti,
Sight & Sound,
Bush Tetras,
The Toasters,
The Cowsills,
Black Moon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Slackers,
The Blues Magoos,
Excepter,
Can,
Vladislav Delay,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Martian,
Deakin,
Judy Mowatt,
Depeche Mode,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
One Last Wish,
Black Flag,
Niagra,
Derrick May,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.