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 Guinea-Bissau and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Q65 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cluster,
John Coltrane,
Henry Cow,
Yusef Lateef,
The Count Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
Suicide,
Brass Construction,
the Fania All-Stars,
Arab on Radar,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare,
Mandrill,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Metal Thangz,
Joe Smooth,
Jeff Lynne,
K-Klass,
AZ,
The Gap Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Loose Ends,
The Move,
Danielle Patucci,
The United States of America,
Masters at Work,
Grauzone,
Black Bananas,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Shadows of Knight,
Accadde A,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Reuben Wilson,
Blancmange,
Isaac Hayes,
Al Stewart,
Monolake,
Boredoms,
Con Funk Shun,
JFA,
Alison Limerick,
Television Personalities,
Jawbox,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Litter,
The Fall,
the Association,
Maurizio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Todd Rundgren,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Erykah Badu,
Q65,
Pere Ubu,
Chrome,
Lou Christie,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.