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 Moldova and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet 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 Alphaville to the disco 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Massinfluence,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Flag,
Lyres,
Terry Callier,
The Neon Judgement,
Rosa Yemen,
the Sonics,
K-Klass,
Scrapy,
Lindisfarne,
New Order,
Janne Schatter,
The Cramps,
The Toasters,
Bobby Womack,
Ultra Naté,
Jeff Mills,
Minny Pops,
John Foxx,
The Fugs,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Invisible,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Moleskins,
Pole,
Nick Fraelich,
Malaria!,
Grauzone,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Smog,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DJ Sneak,
Y Pants,
Delta 5,
Blake Baxter,
The Fuzztones,
John Holt,
Dark Day,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Saints,
The Misunderstood,
The Electric Prunes,
June Days,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Soft Cell,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Golliwogs,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Litter,
Desert Stars,
Sister Nancy,
LL Cool J,
Tres Demented,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.