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 New Zealand and from Delhi.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Crooked Eye to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Morten Harket,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Man Parrish,
Franke,
LL Cool J,
Simply Red,
ABBA,
the Association,
Second Layer,
The Angels of Light,
Buzzcocks,
James White and The Blacks,
Ituana,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sexual Harrassment,
Zero Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Blake Baxter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cheater Slicks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Intrusion,
Supertramp,
The Raincoats,
Bootsy Collins,
The Smoke,
Roxy Music,
Grauzone,
Cymande,
Blancmange,
Patti Smith,
Steve Hackett,
Matthew Bourne,
Rites of Spring,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cal Tjader,
Basic Channel,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Pretty Things,
Barbara Tucker,
Dead Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
The J.B.'s,
Aswad,
Brand Nubian,
One Last Wish,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Funky Four + One,
Alphaville,
Monolake,
The Stooges,
The Motions,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rufus Thomas,
Fela Kuti,
Andrew Hill,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jerry's Kids,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.