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 Turkmenistan and from Paris.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
X-Ray Spex,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Japan,
The Blackbyrds,
The Slits,
Joe Smooth,
Robert Hood,
The Knickerbockers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sam Rivers,
Hoover,
Unwound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Icehouse,
Johnny Clarke,
Anakelly,
The Associates,
The Gap Band,
Heaven 17,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Graham Central Station,
K-Klass,
Joyce Sims,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Saints,
Fear,
Camberwell Now,
The Fire Engines,
Terrestrial Tones,
Make Up,
Jawbox,
Eden Ahbez,
Section 25,
The Fugs,
John Lydon,
Ten City,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Toasters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Smog,
Inner City,
Albert Ayler,
Todd Terry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Zapp,
The Offenders,
Deadbeat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Sheep,
Ultimate Spinach,
Funkadelic,
The Pop Group,
Technova,
Todd Rundgren,
The Motions,
John Cale,
Pylon,
Neil Young,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.