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 Nauru and from London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Massinfluence to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
The Red Krayola,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Spandau Ballet,
Chris Corsano,
48th St. Collective,
Kerri Chandler,
Wally Richardson,
Bob Dylan,
Oblivians,
Jacques Brel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cymande,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hardrive,
Radiopuhelimet,
Siglo XX,
Reagan Youth,
The Monks,
Moss Icon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Graham Central Station,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Icehouse,
Das Ding,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Urselle,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Reed,
Rites of Spring,
Nation of Ulysses,
Slave,
The Standells,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tres Demented,
Black Flag,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Womack,
In Retrospect,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Motorama,
Sound Behaviour,
D'Angelo,
The Zeros,
Lyres,
Piero Umiliani,
Anakelly,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Harpers Bizarre,
Blake Baxter,
Black Moon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eurythmics,
Thee Headcoats,
Howard Jones,
Nik Kershaw,
Cheater Slicks,
Crash Course in Science,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.