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 Palau and from Cairo.
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 Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tremeloes to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
The Modern Lovers,
Alphaville,
Oneida,
FM Einheit,
Pulsallama,
JFA,
Quando Quango,
June Days,
Brass Construction,
Scratch Acid,
Moby Grape,
Soft Cell,
The Victims,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joe Finger,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blake Baxter,
Arcadia,
Fear,
The Monochrome Set,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pere Ubu,
Kurtis Blow,
Spoonie Gee,
Lindisfarne,
Pantaleimon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grey Daturas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Black Dice,
Whodini,
Terry Callier,
The Residents,
June of 44,
Eddi Front,
Gang of Four,
Lee Hazlewood,
T. Rex,
Ronnie Foster,
Royal Trux,
The Misunderstood,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fluxion,
The Fire Engines,
The Gun Club,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Buckinghams,
Faust,
Rhythm & Sound,
Trumans Water,
Josef K,
Jeff Lynne,
Darondo,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Kinks,
Quadrant,
Mr. Review,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.