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 Estonia and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Malaria! to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Ituana,
The Shadows of Knight,
Skarface,
Television,
Lungfish,
Judy Mowatt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Guru Guru,
Country Teasers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Smiths,
Pulsallama,
the Fania All-Stars,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tomorrow,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minnie Riperton,
The Modern Lovers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sight & Sound,
Panda Bear,
Susan Cadogan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barrington Levy,
Ronan,
Moss Icon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Blancmange,
The Pop Group,
the Association,
The Tremeloes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eden Ahbez,
Yaz,
Sun Ra,
Wolf Eyes,
Gong,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blossom Toes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fortunes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stetsasonic,
Kurtis Blow,
Jacques Brel,
Nas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amon Düül II,
The Associates,
Sonny Sharrock,
Carl Craig,
Duran Duran,
Sex Pistols,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Drexciya,
Porter Ricks,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.