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 Indonesia and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Robert Palmer 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 Roger Hodgson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Wasted Youth,
Boogie Down Productions,
MDC,
KRS-One,
The Vogues,
Half Japanese,
F. McDonald,
Bootsy Collins,
Quantec,
Brick,
Cluster,
The Young Rascals,
Tim Buckley,
The Evens,
New York Dolls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Anthony Braxton,
Ponytail,
Echospace,
The Pop Group,
Television Personalities,
The Wake,
The Seeds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Trojans,
Negative Approach,
Joyce Sims,
The Toasters,
Isaac Hayes,
Wire,
Juan Atkins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eurythmics,
Reuben Wilson,
B.T. Express,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cheater Slicks,
UT,
U.S. Maple,
Sarah Menescal,
Derrick Morgan,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Holt,
Smog,
The Cowsills,
Yusef Lateef,
The Martian,
Gang Green,
Minor Threat,
Soft Cell,
Iggy Pop,
Maurizio,
Stiv Bators,
Unwound,
Heaven 17,
Colin Newman,
Can,
Minny Pops,
Motorama,
Stereo Dub,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.