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 Ireland 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 Section 25 to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Michelle Simonal,
Nils Olav,
Peter & Gordon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Count Five,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New Age Steppers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stiv Bators,
June Days,
R.M.O.,
Roy Ayers,
Magma,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ohio Players,
The American Breed,
Lungfish,
Thompson Twins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kurtis Blow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Idris Muhammad,
Bang On A Can,
Agitation Free,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Hood,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ludus,
Nik Kershaw,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alice Coltrane,
The Mojo Men,
Matthew Halsall,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Womack,
Das Ding,
A Certain Ratio,
John Foxx,
Dawn Penn,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sparks,
Mark Hollis,
Kenny Larkin,
Eve St. Jones,
The United States of America,
Crispian St. Peters,
L. Decosne,
Monks,
Roxy Music,
Fad Gadget,
Iggy Pop,
Camouflage,
The Kinks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Terry Callier,
Tom Boy,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.