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 Honduras 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Tom Verlaine 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 DNA to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Young Marble Giants,
The Five Americans,
Connie Case,
Gerry Rafferty,
Spandau Ballet,
Pantaleimon,
The Sonics,
Interpol,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Massinfluence,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Anakelly,
Bob Dylan,
Parry Music,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Banda Bassotti,
Mo-Dettes,
Pantytec,
the Association,
Cheater Slicks,
the Germs,
Derrick May,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Searchers,
Mark Hollis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joey Negro,
Brand Nubian,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
10cc,
Cal Tjader,
The Slackers,
Oblivians,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Barracudas,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Seeds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rites of Spring,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Monochrome Set,
This Heat,
Grandmaster Flash,
Echospace,
New York Dolls,
Tres Demented,
Siglo XX,
Robert Hood,
F. McDonald,
Sonny Sharrock,
James White and The Blacks,
Average White Band,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mummies,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Suicide,
Quantec,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yazoo,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.