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 Belarus and from Toronto.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sex Pistols to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
K-Klass,
China Crisis,
The American Breed,
Main Source,
Pole,
Man Parrish,
Todd Rundgren,
Rites of Spring,
Jawbox,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gichy Dan,
Kas Product,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Byrd,
Crispy Ambulance,
David Axelrod,
Franke,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Animal Collective,
ABBA,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Eurythmics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Faraquet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
a-ha,
The Star Department,
Roxy Music,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Green,
Model 500,
Chris & Cosey,
Massinfluence,
Swans,
Q and Not U,
Nils Olav,
The Offenders,
Stereo Dub,
Traffic Nightmare,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
June of 44,
Darondo,
Gil Scott Heron,
L. Decosne,
Heaven 17,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rod Modell,
Lower 48,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eddi Front,
The Monochrome Set,
DJ Style,
Hot Snakes,
Saccharine Trust,
Guru Guru,
Erykah Badu,
Technova,
The Slits,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.