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 Comoros and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Iggy Pop,
Gil Scott Heron,
Surgeon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Anthony Braxton,
Visage,
The Velvet Underground,
Scott Walker,
Ludus,
Chrome,
Model 500,
Deadbeat,
Erykah Badu,
Schoolly D,
The Doors,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eurythmics,
China Crisis,
The Blues Magoos,
The Count Five,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fire Engines,
Moby Grape,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Toasters,
The Pretty Things,
Eddi Front,
This Heat,
The Sound,
Grauzone,
Con Funk Shun,
The Standells,
The Fortunes,
Tubeway Army,
Blancmange,
Lower 48,
Lyres,
Mars,
Fatback Band,
Sällskapet,
The Durutti Column,
Shuggie Otis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Faust,
Brothers Johnson,
The Beau Brummels,
The Associates,
Suburban Knight,
Rotary Connection,
Interpol,
The Mummies,
The Victims,
Das Ding,
Bad Manners,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Modern Lovers,
Ten City,
Isaac Hayes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joey Negro,
Stetsasonic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.