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 Kyrgyzstan 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Lou Reed 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 Barracudas to the disco 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Japan,
Ken Boothe,
Soulsonic Force,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amazonics,
Pagans,
Ohio Players,
Peter and Kerry,
Banda Bassotti,
Boredoms,
Faraquet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Toni Rubio,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Neon Judgement,
U.S. Maple,
H. Thieme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barry Ungar,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Clear Light,
The Leaves,
Von Mondo,
K-Klass,
Spoonie Gee,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Music Machine,
Eric B and Rakim,
David Axelrod,
World's Most,
Sugar Minott,
Marc Almond,
Skriet,
Eve St. Jones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pierre Henry,
DJ Sneak,
Whodini,
T. Rex,
Scientists,
Zero Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blossom Toes,
Radio Birdman,
Mission of Burma,
Fatback Band,
Circle Jerks,
Crispy Ambulance,
F. McDonald,
Wings,
Little Man,
Harry Pussy,
Wolf Eyes,
Bang On A Can,
Mantronix,
Ice-T,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.