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 Bulgaria and from Taipei.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer 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 Jacques Brel to the grime 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
The Kinks,
Max Romeo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lungfish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Pus,
Con Funk Shun,
Goldenarms,
Rod Modell,
Crime,
Flash Fearless,
Swell Maps,
Unwound,
Echospace,
Infiniti,
Darondo,
Gang Green,
Second Layer,
Mr. Review,
Jandek,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Todd Rundgren,
Aural Exciters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Faraquet,
Charles Mingus,
Barrington Levy,
DJ Style,
The Barracudas,
The Gories,
John Lydon,
Camouflage,
Lebanon Hanover,
Procol Harum,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stetsasonic,
Arab on Radar,
Matthew Bourne,
Depeche Mode,
Section 25,
The Gap Band,
The Saints,
Wally Richardson,
Talk Talk,
U.S. Maple,
Crash Course in Science,
The Offenders,
World's Most,
Wire,
Nirvana,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ken Boothe,
Radiopuhelimet,
These Immortal Souls,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Germs,
The Cowsills,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Agent Orange,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.