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 Guyana and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Clear Light to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Stockholm Monsters,
Vladislav Delay,
Pagans,
Eric Dolphy,
Ossler,
Hoover,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fatback Band,
Electric Prunes,
Godley & Creme,
Severed Heads,
The Alarm Clocks,
Index,
Anakelly,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Youth Brigade,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Spoonie Gee,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dark Day,
Skriet,
Subhumans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
CMW,
Agitation Free,
Wasted Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Boz Scaggs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Half Japanese,
The Fugs,
Brass Construction,
The Evens,
The Mojo Men,
The Modern Lovers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stereo Dub,
Hardrive,
Jeff Lynne,
Supertramp,
The Leaves,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brand Nubian,
Eddi Front,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Josef K,
Metal Thangz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yazoo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rufus Thomas,
Roy Ayers,
the Slits,
Sonny Sharrock,
Blake Baxter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Underground Resistance,
Warren Ellis,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.