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 Ivory Coast and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
UT,
Harry Pussy,
Dennis Brown,
Fela Kuti,
Organ,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fuzztones,
Goldenarms,
Quadrant,
JFA,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fat Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sun Ra,
Derrick Morgan,
KRS-One,
The Buckinghams,
Lakeside,
Audionom,
Lucky Dragons,
Colin Newman,
Bronski Beat,
Gong,
Massinfluence,
Index,
Sällskapet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gladiators,
Surgeon,
Man Parrish,
L. Decosne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crispy Ambulance,
AZ,
The Human League,
Altered Images,
In Retrospect,
Motorama,
The Martian,
the Sonics,
Ultravox,
Wasted Youth,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Graham Central Station,
Jeff Lynne,
The Grass Roots,
Mandrill,
Avey Tare,
The Moleskins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crooked Eye,
John Cale,
Technova,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Techniques,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.