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 Germany and from Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai 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 sitar 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 Angry Samoans 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
The Red Krayola,
T. Rex,
Wally Richardson,
Derrick May,
Tom Boy,
Sällskapet,
Suburban Knight,
Faust,
Grauzone,
Amon Düül,
Robert Görl,
Ossler,
Rod Modell,
Davy DMX,
Henry Cow,
Franke,
Pere Ubu,
Jerry's Kids,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Selecter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barry Ungar,
Cal Tjader,
Sam Rivers,
The Skatalites,
The Searchers,
Sugar Minott,
Fugazi,
The Martian,
David McCallum,
Peter and Kerry,
Judy Mowatt,
Max Romeo,
Neil Young,
Motorama,
Fela Kuti,
The Stooges,
Country Teasers,
Essential Logic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tim Buckley,
Heaven 17,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Detroit Cobras,
La Düsseldorf,
Talk Talk,
Roxette,
Dead Boys,
Jawbox,
Gong,
OOIOO,
Parry Music,
Spoonie Gee,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Vogues,
Rapeman,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Robert Hood,
Tomorrow,
Scan 7,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.