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 Paris.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
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 mellotron 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 Shadows of Knight to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Fear,
The Fugs,
Sound Behaviour,
Aswad,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nico,
The Wake,
Public Enemy,
The Residents,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Symarip,
Howard Jones,
Bronski Beat,
KRS-One,
Yazoo,
Vladislav Delay,
Supertramp,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Anakelly,
Heaven 17,
John Lydon,
Jesper Dahlback,
China Crisis,
Masters at Work,
Angry Samoans,
The Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brothers Johnson,
Sparks,
Subhumans,
cv313,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pole,
Minnie Riperton,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dead Boys,
The Gories,
Joyce Sims,
Hoover,
Marmalade,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Adolescents,
Audionom,
Alphaville,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Model 500,
Al Stewart,
The New Christs,
Henry Cow,
The Grass Roots,
Warren Ellis,
Monks,
Althea and Donna,
Deepchord,
Dawn Penn,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Standells,
Tommy Roe,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.