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 Ecuador and from Spokane.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Walker Brothers to the disco 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Faust,
Roxette,
Joe Finger,
Joy Division,
Tropical Tobacco,
Talk Talk,
The Victims,
Wally Richardson,
The Leaves,
Angry Samoans,
Minnie Riperton,
Iggy Pop,
Liliput,
Deadbeat,
Hot Snakes,
Barrington Levy,
E-Dancer,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Music Machine,
Robert Wyatt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aloha Tigers,
Wings,
the Soft Cell,
Amon Düül,
New Age Steppers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Excepter,
Bauhaus,
Brand Nubian,
The Doobie Brothers,
Technova,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Unwound,
Funky Four + One,
Boredoms,
Jandek,
Minor Threat,
Harmonia,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flipper,
Alphaville,
Nik Kershaw,
Stereo Dub,
The Moleskins,
Ultravox,
FM Einheit,
Howard Jones,
Soft Machine,
Aural Exciters,
Donny Hathaway,
Amazonics,
Intrusion,
Davy DMX,
Franke,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.