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 Cameroon and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 D'Angelo to the dance 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Blossom Toes,
Circle Jerks,
Godley & Creme,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alton Ellis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eden Ahbez,
The Doors,
The Toasters,
Eric Dolphy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pierre Henry,
Gabor Szabo,
Rod Modell,
The Barracudas,
John Coltrane,
Mantronix,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Slits,
Section 25,
Flamin' Groovies,
Agent Orange,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crash Course in Science,
Gastr Del Sol,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Quantec,
Saccharine Trust,
Marc Almond,
Simply Red,
The Busters,
Fad Gadget,
Cymande,
Panda Bear,
Bad Manners,
Arthur Verocai,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Easy Going,
Excepter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sound Behaviour,
Robert Görl,
Icehouse,
Livin' Joy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mo-Dettes,
Sam Rivers,
X-102,
Public Image Ltd.,
Outsiders,
Dawn Penn,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.