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 New Zealand and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Camberwell Now to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ossler,
Pussy Galore,
Easy Going,
Tom Boy,
The Saints,
Joe Finger,
Theoretical Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Agitation Free,
Flipper,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pulsallama,
The J.B.'s,
The Busters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
B.T. Express,
Mantronix,
the Sonics,
R.M.O.,
The Gun Club,
In Retrospect,
The Angels of Light,
David Bowie,
The Golliwogs,
Slick Rick,
Deakin,
cv313,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kaleidoscope,
Roxy Music,
The Detroit Cobras,
Clear Light,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Durutti Column,
Nick Fraelich,
Make Up,
Glenn Branca,
Josef K,
Soulsonic Force,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Dirtbombs,
Grauzone,
World's Most,
Bill Wells,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Chris & Cosey,
Soul Sonic Force,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fat Boys,
Schoolly D,
Joey Negro,
Index,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rufus Thomas,
Zapp,
Gong,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cowsills,
Buzzcocks,
Harry Pussy,
Wolf Eyes,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.