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 Haiti and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar 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 Smoke to the jazz 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Jawbox,
The Smoke,
Nik Kershaw,
Joensuu 1685,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David Bowie,
Model 500,
Fela Kuti,
Aural Exciters,
D'Angelo,
The Fuzztones,
the Slits,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Isaac Hayes,
Fluxion,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bauhaus,
Rotary Connection,
Anakelly,
Agent Orange,
Lower 48,
The Barracudas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alison Limerick,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minnie Riperton,
DJ Style,
Con Funk Shun,
The Blues Magoos,
Glambeats Corp.,
Porter Ricks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Desert Stars,
JFA,
Fugazi,
Sister Nancy,
Second Layer,
Dead Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aaron Thompson,
Alphaville,
David McCallum,
Colin Newman,
Organ,
The Divine Comedy,
Heaven 17,
Nas,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Slackers,
Malaria!,
Babytalk,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric Copeland,
Minor Threat,
Grauzone,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sex Pistols,
The Fugs,
Excepter,
Bad Manners,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.