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 Thailand 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Real Kids to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Black Flag,
Spoonie Gee,
Sex Pistols,
Accadde A,
Severed Heads,
Reuben Wilson,
Easy Going,
Public Image Ltd.,
Main Source,
Ultra Naté,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Janne Schatter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sugar Minott,
AZ,
The Buckinghams,
DNA,
Erasure,
Animal Collective,
New Age Steppers,
The Offenders,
Bootsy Collins,
Alice Coltrane,
Archie Shepp,
Ornette Coleman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eddi Front,
Erykah Badu,
Soft Machine,
John Foxx,
La Düsseldorf,
ABC,
Peter & Gordon,
The Birthday Party,
10cc,
Young Marble Giants,
E-Dancer,
Kas Product,
The Fortunes,
Qualms,
The Pretty Things,
Nas,
Jandek,
Piero Umiliani,
Nirvana,
Alison Limerick,
Isaac Hayes,
Groovy Waters,
The Gun Club,
Nation of Ulysses,
H. Thieme,
Sexual Harrassment,
Excepter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minutemen,
Joe Finger,
The Music Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
Eric Dolphy,
Hasil Adkins,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.