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 Equatorial Guinea and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Donald Fagen 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 a-ha to the rock 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
The Selecter,
Kerri Chandler,
Matthew Bourne,
Kevin Saunderson,
T.S.O.L.,
kango's stein massive,
Marshall Jefferson,
Buzzcocks,
Franke,
Amon Düül,
Mad Mike,
Underground Resistance,
Pussy Galore,
John Foxx,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Peter & Gordon,
LL Cool J,
Moebius,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Black Dice,
Andrew Hill,
K-Klass,
Nils Olav,
Spoonie Gee,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bluetip,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jacob Miller,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Green,
The Fuzztones,
Roxette,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rites of Spring,
the Soft Cell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rosa Yemen,
Blossom Toes,
Gichy Dan,
Peter and Kerry,
The American Breed,
Whodini,
Lungfish,
Trumans Water,
Derrick May,
Cheater Slicks,
E-Dancer,
Terrestrial Tones,
Harpers Bizarre,
China Crisis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jawbox,
Fad Gadget,
Don Cherry,
Joey Negro,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nick Fraelich,
Robert Wyatt,
Soft Cell,
Make Up,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.