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 Andorra and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet 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 Main Source to the grime 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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,
David McCallum,
Goldenarms,
Funkadelic,
LL Cool J,
Pylon,
The Music Machine,
Tubeway Army,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soft Cell,
Donny Hathaway,
Pierre Henry,
The Fire Engines,
Saccharine Trust,
Barbara Tucker,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Flag,
Lou Christie,
Fatback Band,
Easy Going,
FM Einheit,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Johnny Clarke,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lakeside,
La Düsseldorf,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gerry Rafferty,
T.S.O.L.,
Kas Product,
The Sisters of Mercy,
R.M.O.,
Shoche,
Sandy B,
Harpers Bizarre,
Technova,
Dennis Brown,
Excepter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Monolake,
Sugar Minott,
Simply Red,
CMW,
Inner City,
Bang On A Can,
Massinfluence,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minor Threat,
Mars,
The Star Department,
Lalo Schifrin,
Interpol,
Aloha Tigers,
The Raincoats,
Y Pants,
The Fugs,
Patti Smith,
The Motions,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.