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 Paraguay and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 The Velvet Underground to the rap 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Fatback Band,
Ken Boothe,
Black Sheep,
Fat Boys,
Pantytec,
X-Ray Spex,
Scan 7,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aswad,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Toasters,
Yusef Lateef,
Guru Guru,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Intrusion,
DJ Sneak,
Michelle Simonal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wolf Eyes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soulsonic Force,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chris & Cosey,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eric Copeland,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eric Dolphy,
The Black Dice,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rapeman,
Marvin Gaye,
Grauzone,
Jacob Miller,
James White and The Blacks,
The Selecter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Clear Light,
Deepchord,
Hoover,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Groovy Waters,
Quando Quango,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Maleditus Sound,
Rhythm & Sound,
Surgeon,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cramps,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Smoke,
Kenny Larkin,
Matthew Halsall,
Massinfluence,
Roxette,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dave Gahan,
Robert Wyatt,
The New Christs,
Von Mondo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Suburban Knight,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.