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 Guyana and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Donald Fagen 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 Absolute Body Control to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Metal Thangz,
Bluetip,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bad Manners,
The Beau Brummels,
X-Ray Spex,
Nick Fraelich,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Archie Shepp,
Yazoo,
the Normal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Unwound,
The Vogues,
Lyres,
Dorothy Ashby,
Make Up,
Mr. Review,
Negative Approach,
The Dirtbombs,
The Grass Roots,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cameo,
Lucky Dragons,
Bill Wells,
Subhumans,
John Holt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang Green,
Eli Mardock,
Iggy Pop,
Monolake,
Tres Demented,
Cheater Slicks,
The Trojans,
Popol Vuh,
Mandrill,
DJ Sneak,
Connie Case,
Das Ding,
Nik Kershaw,
Glenn Branca,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ken Boothe,
Index,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sonics,
Aloha Tigers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soft Cell,
Sandy B,
Surgeon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Young Marble Giants,
Bang On A Can,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Zeros,
Ohio Players,
Fluxion,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.