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 Hungary and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar 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 Erasure to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Sonic Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Duran Duran,
X-101,
Neu!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tom Boy,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nik Kershaw,
Agent Orange,
Todd Terry,
DNA,
FM Einheit,
Warren Ellis,
Scion,
Lower 48,
The Saints,
Wings,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Groovy Waters,
Vladislav Delay,
Neil Young,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Byrd,
Essential Logic,
The Selecter,
Gang Green,
The Martian,
Wolf Eyes,
Monks,
Lightning Bolt,
Bad Manners,
ABBA,
Delon & Dalcan,
Skaos,
Infiniti,
Whodini,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Leaves,
Aural Exciters,
Vainqueur,
Adolescents,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Howard Jones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Severed Heads,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Sherman,
Mr. Review,
Babytalk,
Ronnie Foster,
China Crisis,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fuzztones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Von Mondo,
Dennis Brown,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Susan Cadogan,
Porter Ricks,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.