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 Turkey and from London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 Bootsy Collins to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Aural Exciters,
Eddi Front,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Make Up,
Sällskapet,
Icehouse,
Roxette,
The Sound,
Ronan,
the Soft Cell,
Terry Callier,
Black Pus,
Monks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hashim,
The Cure,
Index,
Drive Like Jehu,
E-Dancer,
K-Klass,
Spandau Ballet,
Panda Bear,
Suicide,
Janne Schatter,
Max Romeo,
The Slackers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Technova,
David Bowie,
AZ,
a-ha,
Agent Orange,
Kurtis Blow,
U.S. Maple,
Idris Muhammad,
Deepchord,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rufus Thomas,
ABBA,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Human League,
Harry Pussy,
Cluster,
Motorama,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Amazonics,
Urselle,
10cc,
Shoche,
Ludus,
Y Pants,
The Victims,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Goldenarms,
The Smiths,
Johnny Clarke,
The Red Krayola,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.