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 Venezuela and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Soul II Soul to the funk 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Maleditus Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
Con Funk Shun,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Guru Guru,
Henry Cow,
David Axelrod,
The New Christs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rod Modell,
One Last Wish,
Motorama,
Reuben Wilson,
Colin Newman,
Piero Umiliani,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jeff Lynne,
Nirvana,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
kango's stein massive,
Josef K,
The Fall,
Siglo XX,
Massinfluence,
The Buckinghams,
Amon Düül,
The Star Department,
Mo-Dettes,
World's Most,
Bobby Sherman,
The Misunderstood,
Youth Brigade,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lungfish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Durutti Column,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Loose Ends,
Half Japanese,
Mission of Burma,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Leonard Cohen,
Suicide,
The Move,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Byrd,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grey Daturas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Smiths,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Remains,
Tom Boy,
Outsiders,
Jacques Brel,
Vainqueur,
Sandy B,
Maurizio,
Kenny Larkin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.