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 Haiti and from Johannesburg.
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 Delhi and Houston.
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 mellotron 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 One Last Wish to the crunk 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Sight & Sound,
Nico,
The Pretty Things,
Glenn Branca,
Kool Moe Dee,
Q and Not U,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
T.S.O.L.,
Grauzone,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ice-T,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joyce Sims,
Rufus Thomas,
Hardrive,
KRS-One,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Skatalites,
Au Pairs,
Dark Day,
Skaos,
Barry Ungar,
Barbara Tucker,
Flipper,
The Selecter,
Pantaleimon,
The Vogues,
June Days,
Terry Callier,
In Retrospect,
Metal Thangz,
Stereo Dub,
Gerry Rafferty,
Harmonia,
Bobby Sherman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yazoo,
Supertramp,
Cluster,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
David Axelrod,
Nick Fraelich,
Interpol,
Scan 7,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Harry Pussy,
David McCallum,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dennis Brown,
Roxy Music,
Deadbeat,
Idris Muhammad,
Qualms,
Joe Smooth,
Freddie Wadling,
the Soft Cell,
Delta 5,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang of Four,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.