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 Peru and from Beijing.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 The Names to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Delta 5,
Skriet,
Erykah Badu,
Adolescents,
The Grass Roots,
KRS-One,
Metal Thangz,
Public Image Ltd.,
Johnny Clarke,
Cheater Slicks,
Joe Finger,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joey Negro,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
kango's stein massive,
the Association,
Dennis Brown,
The Residents,
The Gladiators,
Mad Mike,
the Bar-Kays,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Names,
Iggy Pop,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cramps,
X-101,
The Evens,
Nation of Ulysses,
Warsaw,
The Index,
Al Stewart,
Echospace,
Lindisfarne,
Panda Bear,
The Invisible,
Black Moon,
The Human League,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Blake Baxter,
Dark Day,
the Swans,
Carl Craig,
Sällskapet,
The Fire Engines,
Fear,
Alton Ellis,
Neil Young,
Camberwell Now,
Jerry's Kids,
Ohio Players,
The Last Poets,
Tom Boy,
Nirvana,
Nick Fraelich,
Main Source,
H. Thieme,
The Smoke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
ABBA,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.