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 Croatia and from Taipei.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 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 Beau Brummels to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Brick,
Pylon,
Funky Four + One,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skaos,
X-Ray Spex,
EPMD,
Sun City Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marc Almond,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kaleidoscope,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flamin' Groovies,
Saccharine Trust,
The Knickerbockers,
The Slits,
Be Bop Deluxe,
MDC,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New York Dolls,
The Associates,
Toni Rubio,
Clear Light,
The Martian,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Trojans,
Sixth Finger,
Sister Nancy,
Andrew Hill,
Rapeman,
The Mojo Men,
Brothers Johnson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joe Finger,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Echospace,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
JFA,
Robert Wyatt,
Basic Channel,
Arthur Verocai,
Radio Birdman,
Sam Rivers,
Alton Ellis,
Steve Hackett,
the Normal,
Bronski Beat,
Pussy Galore,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mr. Review,
Leonard Cohen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Modern Lovers,
Heaven 17,
The Leaves,
Rod Modell,
Gabor Szabo,
Robert Görl,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.