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 Canada and from Tokyo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
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 sitar 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the rap 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
The Fugs,
Harmonia,
the Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
U.S. Maple,
John Lydon,
Black Bananas,
Kayak,
Theoretical Girls,
Erykah Badu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wire,
Lalann,
Kurtis Blow,
Rhythm & Sound,
Donald Byrd,
Vladislav Delay,
Amon Düül,
The Dead C,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
kango's stein massive,
Whodini,
Duran Duran,
John Foxx,
Darondo,
Hasil Adkins,
Crooked Eye,
Blossom Toes,
Arcadia,
Soft Cell,
ABC,
Flipper,
Bronski Beat,
Andrew Hill,
T.S.O.L.,
Dead Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
Todd Terry,
The Angels of Light,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cramps,
Adolescents,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Moon,
Gang of Four,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Faraquet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lucky Dragons,
Hoover,
World's Most,
Bluetip,
Peter and Kerry,
Cybotron,
Al Stewart,
Colin Newman,
Agitation Free,
Model 500,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.