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 France and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 the Bar-Kays to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire 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?
Rod Modell,
Spoonie Gee,
Alphaville,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
CMW,
The Buckinghams,
Gang Starr,
Funky Four + One,
Desert Stars,
The Pop Group,
Whodini,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Michelle Simonal,
Franke,
Gabor Szabo,
Archie Shepp,
Arcadia,
Neu!,
Althea and Donna,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Connie Case,
MC5,
Fugazi,
The Slackers,
Hot Snakes,
Tom Boy,
Boz Scaggs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moss Icon,
Thompson Twins,
Swans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Qualms,
Pagans,
June Days,
Scratch Acid,
OOIOO,
Fatback Band,
Mantronix,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Vogues,
Y Pants,
X-102,
Bill Near,
Depeche Mode,
The Pretty Things,
Cameo,
The Litter,
Patti Smith,
The Evens,
The Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Banda Bassotti,
The Happenings,
Masters at Work,
James White and The Blacks,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.