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 Turkmenistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet 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 Beau Brummels to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Cal Tjader,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Move,
The Doors,
Sound Behaviour,
The New Christs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nico,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lalann,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
FM Einheit,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joyce Sims,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nirvana,
James White and The Blacks,
Urselle,
The Black Dice,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ronan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Connie Case,
Grey Daturas,
The Five Americans,
R.M.O.,
Jacques Brel,
Robert Görl,
Cymande,
The Trojans,
Thompson Twins,
Bad Manners,
Brothers Johnson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Underground Resistance,
Howard Jones,
Sonic Youth,
Harmonia,
Nils Olav,
Tommy Roe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ossler,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pagans,
Alice Coltrane,
Agent Orange,
Joe Smooth,
Panda Bear,
Eddi Front,
The Walker Brothers,
Echospace,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stiv Bators,
The Searchers,
Black Flag,
Cluster,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Graham Central Station,
Ludus,
Donny Hathaway,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eli Mardock,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.