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 Kosovo 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Wally Richardson to the punk 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
The Trojans,
Matthew Bourne,
Mission of Burma,
Deepchord,
Reuben Wilson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ice-T,
Cymande,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lalann,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kerri Chandler,
Crash Course in Science,
Drexciya,
John Foxx,
The Dead C,
Terrestrial Tones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Coltrane,
Inner City,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Maurizio,
Mad Mike,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Gichy Dan,
Lungfish,
The Last Poets,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Popol Vuh,
Massinfluence,
Flash Fearless,
Stetsasonic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pantaleimon,
Roger Hodgson,
Sister Nancy,
Arthur Verocai,
Arab on Radar,
Fear,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Music Machine,
Althea and Donna,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DJ Sneak,
The Selecter,
Rosa Yemen,
Tomorrow,
Jerry's Kids,
The Skatalites,
The Happenings,
The Smiths,
Archie Shepp,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.