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 Vietnam and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Glambeats Corp. to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Seeds,
Bobby Byrd,
Scan 7,
Echospace,
Rapeman,
the Sonics,
the Swans,
EPMD,
The Gories,
Barbara Tucker,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jerry's Kids,
Main Source,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Byron Stingily,
Sugar Minott,
Liliput,
Bush Tetras,
Ultra Naté,
The Black Dice,
MDC,
Schoolly D,
Dark Day,
Rufus Thomas,
Gerry Rafferty,
These Immortal Souls,
FM Einheit,
Robert Görl,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Mojo Men,
Anakelly,
Easy Going,
Organ,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Magma,
Hasil Adkins,
The Litter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Davy DMX,
The Associates,
The Real Kids,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Normal,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Icehouse,
Dead Boys,
The Moody Blues,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rites of Spring,
The Angels of Light,
Trumans Water,
Moebius,
The Raincoats,
Mad Mike,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Bananas,
Godley & Creme,
Intrusion,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.