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 Vanuatu and from Cairo.
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 Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 New York Dolls to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Symarip,
The American Breed,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Livin' Joy,
the Soft Cell,
MDC,
Interpol,
Flash Fearless,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scott Walker,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Wake,
The Seeds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mummies,
Steve Hackett,
Blossom Toes,
The Leaves,
Icehouse,
Fear,
Brand Nubian,
The Young Rascals,
Black Bananas,
Henry Cow,
Ultravox,
Fugazi,
Unrelated Segments,
Colin Newman,
Japan,
Excepter,
Sister Nancy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Agent Orange,
Ultra Naté,
Harry Pussy,
This Heat,
Marvin Gaye,
Anthony Braxton,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jeru the Damaja,
T. Rex,
Prince Buster,
Smog,
Marine Girls,
Silicon Teens,
Little Man,
Ronan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stetsasonic,
Gang Starr,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cowsills,
Gang of Four,
Avey Tare,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.