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 Andorra and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the jazz 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Clear Light,
Nation of Ulysses,
MDC,
The Remains,
Babytalk,
Lou Christie,
Rites of Spring,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Animal Collective,
Surgeon,
The Slits,
OOIOO,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Moody Blues,
Banda Bassotti,
Alice Coltrane,
Ludus,
La Düsseldorf,
Brothers Johnson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Loose Ends,
The Zeros,
Camouflage,
Blancmange,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sixth Finger,
Arab on Radar,
Sun Ra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Tremeloes,
John Cale,
Mantronix,
Sällskapet,
James White and The Blacks,
The Saints,
Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
F. McDonald,
E-Dancer,
Jeff Lynne,
The Smoke,
Funky Four + One,
Joey Negro,
The Gories,
Joe Smooth,
Bootsy Collins,
The Skatalites,
The Mojo Men,
The Knickerbockers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pantaleimon,
Swans,
The Pretty Things,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ossler,
Desert Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Blues Magoos,
Roxette,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.