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 Grenada and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 a-ha to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Siglo XX,
Simply Red,
Warren Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mad Mike,
Hasil Adkins,
Blancmange,
Amon Düül II,
Anakelly,
Marmalade,
Fad Gadget,
Radiohead,
Patti Smith,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
James White and The Blacks,
Brand Nubian,
Erasure,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Star Department,
Public Enemy,
Piero Umiliani,
The Smiths,
Organ,
The Gladiators,
Roxette,
New Age Steppers,
Niagra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harmonia,
The Black Dice,
Alison Limerick,
Wire,
Bob Dylan,
Los Fastidios,
Bizarre Inc.,
48th St. Collective,
Bill Wells,
Magma,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roger Hodgson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Talk Talk,
Saccharine Trust,
Grey Daturas,
Metal Thangz,
New York Dolls,
Godley & Creme,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kool Moe Dee,
Circle Jerks,
Echospace,
Moss Icon,
Mars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Germs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Angry Samoans,
Country Teasers,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.