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 Mali and from Columbus.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
X-Ray Spex,
Jandek,
Godley & Creme,
The Trojans,
B.T. Express,
The New Christs,
Guru Guru,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Zeros,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Susan Cadogan,
The Grass Roots,
James White and The Blacks,
Scratch Acid,
Tom Boy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Moleskins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lucky Dragons,
Soulsonic Force,
Albert Ayler,
Tres Demented,
The Saints,
Gichy Dan,
The Sonics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amazonics,
U.S. Maple,
Theoretical Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Whodini,
Newcleus,
Pylon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Inner City,
Babytalk,
8 Eyed Spy,
Royal Trux,
Joensuu 1685,
The Move,
Gong,
Qualms,
Flash Fearless,
Organ,
Porter Ricks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Names,
Maurizio,
Nas,
Average White Band,
Essential Logic,
Tommy Roe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stiv Bators,
Marvin Gaye,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.