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 Tuvalu and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
The Index,
Liliput,
The Selecter,
Wally Richardson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Saccharine Trust,
Average White Band,
Sonic Youth,
Visage,
Black Sheep,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tim Buckley,
Kerri Chandler,
Arthur Verocai,
Lindisfarne,
Mr. Review,
LL Cool J,
Quando Quango,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jandek,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lucky Dragons,
Graham Central Station,
Kevin Saunderson,
Organ,
Circle Jerks,
Magazine,
The Angels of Light,
the Sonics,
The Human League,
Fear,
Juan Atkins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Flipper,
The Young Rascals,
Unwound,
Hoover,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Al Stewart,
The Dead C,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Laurel Aitken,
The Red Krayola,
The Wake,
Scott Walker,
Harmonia,
UT,
a-ha,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultra Naté,
DJ Style,
Urselle,
The Techniques,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Golliwogs,
Mars,
Fad Gadget,
Cameo,
The Seeds,
The Star Department,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.