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 Czech Republic and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mr. Review to the electroclash 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Gong,
Outsiders,
One Last Wish,
AZ,
The Standells,
Nas,
David Bowie,
Archie Shepp,
Drive Like Jehu,
Massinfluence,
David Axelrod,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Young Marble Giants,
Infiniti,
The Fall,
Unrelated Segments,
Donald Byrd,
Tres Demented,
Bauhaus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Excepter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sandy B,
Mark Hollis,
Saccharine Trust,
Fear,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sparks,
The Busters,
Mars,
Y Pants,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Chris Corsano,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lalann,
Groovy Waters,
Bill Wells,
Pagans,
Robert Wyatt,
Pylon,
Ornette Coleman,
Can,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jerry's Kids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Letta Mbulu,
Banda Bassotti,
Goldenarms,
Ludus,
James White and The Blacks,
The Sonics,
Lakeside,
Hashim,
Bill Near,
Oneida,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Bar-Kays,
Tom Boy,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.