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 Latvia and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Max Romeo to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
The Real Kids,
Tubeway Army,
Nico,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cluster,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Absolute Body Control,
This Heat,
Von Mondo,
John Lydon,
One Last Wish,
DNA,
Yusef Lateef,
The Buckinghams,
The Dirtbombs,
Swell Maps,
Mantronix,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Womack,
Peter and Kerry,
Moebius,
cv313,
Adolescents,
Godley & Creme,
Tres Demented,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cowsills,
Public Enemy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Procol Harum,
Sister Nancy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jacques Brel,
ABC,
Warren Ellis,
Joe Finger,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cecil Taylor,
Iggy Pop,
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Wyatt,
Letta Mbulu,
Youth Brigade,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bush Tetras,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minny Pops,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Chris & Cosey,
The Velvet Underground,
Bill Wells,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Zeros,
Harmonia,
Bauhaus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fear,
The Beau Brummels,
Sex Pistols,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.