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 Nigeria and from Portland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 The Sonics 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Kayak,
Marshall Jefferson,
Al Stewart,
Drive Like Jehu,
Archie Shepp,
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aaron Thompson,
Marvin Gaye,
Grey Daturas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Quantec,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Hood,
Yazoo,
The Skatalites,
ABC,
David Axelrod,
Unrelated Segments,
Toni Rubio,
Darondo,
Roy Ayers,
Mo-Dettes,
DJ Sneak,
The Standells,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barry Ungar,
The Mummies,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Con Funk Shun,
Matthew Bourne,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bauhaus,
Ludus,
Sex Pistols,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sam Rivers,
Oneida,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultravox,
Susan Cadogan,
A Certain Ratio,
Piero Umiliani,
Harmonia,
UT,
Bobby Womack,
Section 25,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Blancmange,
The Victims,
Goldenarms,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alphaville,
Model 500,
Slave,
Junior Murvin,
The Happenings,
Fat Boys,
Surgeon,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.