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 Andorra and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the funk 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Qualms,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Freddie Wadling,
L. Decosne,
The Fuzztones,
Jeff Mills,
Archie Shepp,
Brothers Johnson,
Steve Hackett,
Pylon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Symarip,
Hot Snakes,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fall,
Roger Hodgson,
The Wake,
Donald Byrd,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Derrick May,
Magazine,
Eric Dolphy,
Janne Schatter,
Roxette,
Dead Boys,
The Raincoats,
Deakin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mission of Burma,
Jawbox,
Scion,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fear,
Shoche,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mandrill,
Tropical Tobacco,
Section 25,
Sam Rivers,
the Swans,
Albert Ayler,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lucky Dragons,
The Sonics,
The Beau Brummels,
Scratch Acid,
Yazoo,
Leonard Cohen,
Piero Umiliani,
Throbbing Gristle,
Darondo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kayak,
Robert Görl,
Buzzcocks,
Sister Nancy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Das Ding,
Reagan Youth,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.