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 Pakistan and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Harmonia,
Sällskapet,
Lindisfarne,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Normal,
The Dave Clark Five,
Trumans Water,
The Remains,
Reagan Youth,
Black Bananas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Sound,
Blossom Toes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ten City,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Litter,
MDC,
FM Einheit,
Eurythmics,
Public Enemy,
Grauzone,
Bobby Byrd,
The Human League,
Nils Olav,
L. Decosne,
Amazonics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Donald Byrd,
Radiopuhelimet,
Anthony Braxton,
Ronan,
Sister Nancy,
Nirvana,
Matthew Halsall,
The Walker Brothers,
Josef K,
Rosa Yemen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joey Negro,
Eric B and Rakim,
JFA,
Suburban Knight,
Nico,
Sonic Youth,
the Sonics,
K-Klass,
Bad Manners,
Rakim,
Rekid,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gun Club,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Section 25,
The Young Rascals,
Lungfish,
Underground Resistance,
The Victims,
The Offenders,
Chrome,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.