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 Denmark and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 Sun City Girls to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Newcleus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Agent Orange,
Angry Samoans,
Freddie Wadling,
Stockholm Monsters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Searchers,
Mad Mike,
Aloha Tigers,
The Motions,
Tres Demented,
Q65,
Minnie Riperton,
Delta 5,
Joe Smooth,
Inner City,
Porter Ricks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Don Cherry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Görl,
Interpol,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Carl Craig,
The Evens,
Cheater Slicks,
Bob Dylan,
Joey Negro,
Toni Rubio,
Second Layer,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deepchord,
Funkadelic,
The Five Americans,
Alton Ellis,
Technova,
Stetsasonic,
Agitation Free,
Jacob Miller,
Jeff Mills,
Gang Starr,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Amazonics,
Guru Guru,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scan 7,
The Moody Blues,
The Vogues,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Techniques,
Matthew Halsall,
Pussy Galore,
Model 500,
the Association,
Harmonia,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.