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 Hungary and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bronski Beat to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Ice-T,
Minor Threat,
Eli Mardock,
Aloha Tigers,
The Monochrome Set,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Moebius,
Dawn Penn,
Aswad,
Sixth Finger,
Gabor Szabo,
Bad Manners,
Moss Icon,
Matthew Bourne,
Sun Ra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alison Limerick,
Stiv Bators,
Quantec,
Pantytec,
LL Cool J,
Massinfluence,
Al Stewart,
Connie Case,
Minutemen,
Heaven 17,
Crooked Eye,
The Gories,
Ten City,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Anthony Braxton,
Michelle Simonal,
Amon Düül,
X-Ray Spex,
Pulsallama,
Suburban Knight,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Kinks,
Bronski Beat,
Organ,
Ludus,
Rod Modell,
Kerrie Biddell,
Slick Rick,
Lyres,
Brand Nubian,
Skriet,
Fatback Band,
Josef K,
Deadbeat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Patti Smith,
Pantaleimon,
Steve Hackett,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Happenings,
The Slackers,
The Raincoats,
Henry Cow,
The Modern Lovers,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.