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 Sri Lanka and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 Aswad to the techno 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Moby Grape,
Maleditus Sound,
Porter Ricks,
Slave,
Eve St. Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
B.T. Express,
Loose Ends,
June of 44,
Nico,
Anakelly,
Parry Music,
Erykah Badu,
Half Japanese,
Bill Near,
Josef K,
Youth Brigade,
Yellowson,
R.M.O.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Amon Düül,
Ronnie Foster,
Severed Heads,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-102,
Zapp,
John Lydon,
Max Romeo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sight & Sound,
Easy Going,
Gichy Dan,
The Remains,
Agitation Free,
Michelle Simonal,
Lyres,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Trojans,
The Happenings,
JFA,
FM Einheit,
Sandy B,
Letta Mbulu,
Davy DMX,
Liliput,
Jerry's Kids,
Isaac Hayes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joey Negro,
Metal Thangz,
Deepchord,
Spandau Ballet,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.