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 Dominican Republic and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kurtis Blow to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Albert Ayler,
Wolf Eyes,
Leonard Cohen,
Sex Pistols,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fuzztones,
Pussy Galore,
John Lydon,
The Litter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Young Rascals,
the Germs,
Gabor Szabo,
Steve Hackett,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amon Düül,
Black Sheep,
Vainqueur,
Section 25,
The Victims,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soft Cell,
Stetsasonic,
Ronnie Foster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Johnny Osbourne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Grass Roots,
Jerry's Kids,
B.T. Express,
The Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lalann,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fall,
Unwound,
Bob Dylan,
Television,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brand Nubian,
Marcia Griffiths,
DNA,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sight & Sound,
World's Most,
The Monochrome Set,
Ornette Coleman,
Symarip,
Mr. Review,
Moebius,
Rites of Spring,
Ponytail,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
June of 44,
The Selecter,
The Velvet Underground,
Aaron Thompson,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.