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 Costa Rica and from Woodstock.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
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 arpeggiator 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 Gerry Rafferty to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tubeway Army,
Amazonics,
Man Parrish,
The Blackbyrds,
Colin Newman,
James White and The Blacks,
Ice-T,
John Cale,
MDC,
Franke,
Animal Collective,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rosa Yemen,
Tears for Fears,
Quadrant,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pussy Galore,
Qualms,
Letta Mbulu,
Reuben Wilson,
Boz Scaggs,
The Slackers,
The Angels of Light,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fela Kuti,
Blake Baxter,
Cal Tjader,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mummies,
The Remains,
Danielle Patucci,
X-101,
Byron Stingily,
Hot Snakes,
Urselle,
Moss Icon,
Carl Craig,
Gichy Dan,
The Doobie Brothers,
ABC,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Wake,
Aswad,
Quando Quango,
Aaron Thompson,
Ornette Coleman,
The Monks,
Marshall Jefferson,
David Bowie,
the Human League,
Negative Approach,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deakin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.