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 Solomon Islands 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Howard Jones 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Index,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lalo Schifrin,
Colin Newman,
Harry Pussy,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Techniques,
Sandy B,
Warren Ellis,
Goldenarms,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Sonics,
Desert Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sam Rivers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crime,
Alison Limerick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Q and Not U,
Dennis Brown,
The Sonics,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Christie,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Cale,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gories,
The Walker Brothers,
Deakin,
Spoonie Gee,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Skriet,
The Dirtbombs,
Scrapy,
Tim Buckley,
Mission of Burma,
The Selecter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yusef Lateef,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fad Gadget,
The Stooges,
The Count Five,
Lucky Dragons,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nik Kershaw,
The Motions,
Sex Pistols,
Throbbing Gristle,
Von Mondo,
Godley & Creme,
Gabor Szabo,
Wings,
Dawn Penn,
Iggy Pop,
Intrusion,
Fela Kuti,
KRS-One,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.