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 Congo and from Lyon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Flag,
Procol Harum,
Dawn Penn,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Tremeloes,
Spandau Ballet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sparks,
The Slits,
Kurtis Blow,
Mad Mike,
The Fire Engines,
Ultimate Spinach,
cv313,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Idris Muhammad,
The Blues Magoos,
John Cale,
The Offenders,
The Young Rascals,
Minutemen,
Symarip,
AZ,
Todd Rundgren,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Shoche,
Eric Dolphy,
Arab on Radar,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Görl,
Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pantytec,
Icehouse,
Duran Duran,
Darondo,
Gong,
Tom Boy,
The Victims,
Make Up,
Deepchord,
Lucky Dragons,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Misunderstood,
Sex Pistols,
The Evens,
Vainqueur,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aural Exciters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sonic Youth,
David Bowie,
Scrapy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fugazi,
Grauzone,
Fluxion,
The Associates,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.