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 Korea North and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Lou Reed 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 The Velvet Underground to the funk 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Metal Thangz,
Lindisfarne,
Jacques Brel,
Marmalade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Suicide,
The Fire Engines,
Roxy Music,
Susan Cadogan,
The Birthday Party,
Connie Case,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Human League,
Subhumans,
Simply Red,
The Modern Lovers,
X-101,
ABBA,
Tres Demented,
Soft Machine,
Grey Daturas,
The Fall,
Reuben Wilson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Selecter,
John Cale,
DJ Sneak,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kurtis Blow,
Mr. Review,
Fear,
Yaz,
Deepchord,
Von Mondo,
Severed Heads,
Slick Rick,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Womack,
Albert Ayler,
Lungfish,
Sun Ra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Litter,
Toni Rubio,
Eli Mardock,
Pet Shop Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Spandau Ballet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terry Callier,
Talk Talk,
Fad Gadget,
The Fuzztones,
Chris Corsano,
Outsiders,
The Young Rascals,
Basic Channel,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aswad,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby 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.