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 Italy and from Copenhagen.
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 Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Roxy Music to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Moss Icon,
R.M.O.,
DJ Sneak,
Pierre Henry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Count Five,
the Germs,
The Mojo Men,
Banda Bassotti,
Eli Mardock,
The Toasters,
Yazoo,
Tom Boy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Angry Samoans,
The Misunderstood,
Massinfluence,
The Invisible,
Average White Band,
Ronan,
Whodini,
Thee Headcoats,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Sound,
The Moleskins,
Harry Pussy,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Donald Byrd,
Darondo,
Reuben Wilson,
The Selecter,
Desert Stars,
Intrusion,
Talk Talk,
Sam Rivers,
Lindisfarne,
Negative Approach,
Davy DMX,
Henry Cow,
Zero Boys,
Wings,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ludus,
X-Ray Spex,
Dennis Brown,
The Names,
Goldenarms,
Easy Going,
Audionom,
Minor Threat,
The United States of America,
Vainqueur,
Marshall Jefferson,
FM Einheit,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crooked Eye,
Bauhaus,
The Zeros,
Symarip,
Ituana,
Pylon,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.