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 Gabon and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sandy B to the jazz 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Bronski Beat,
Nico,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Porter Ricks,
David Bowie,
Gang of Four,
Derrick Morgan,
The Standells,
Silicon Teens,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Bar-Kays,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Babytalk,
Aswad,
Jeff Mills,
Tom Boy,
Jandek,
Charles Mingus,
Laurel Aitken,
Pantaleimon,
Graham Central Station,
Crash Course in Science,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Organ,
Pere Ubu,
The Invisible,
Average White Band,
Model 500,
Outsiders,
The Selecter,
Jawbox,
Marvin Gaye,
Wings,
X-Ray Spex,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bizarre Inc.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jacques Brel,
Thee Headcoats,
Shuggie Otis,
Reuben Wilson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Section 25,
Absolute Body Control,
Alice Coltrane,
Rites of Spring,
The Gun Club,
The Trojans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radiohead,
Theoretical Girls,
Magazine,
Zapp,
Fat Boys,
Qualms,
Ronnie Foster,
The Stooges,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Technova,
The Raincoats,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.