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 Cuba 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Scion to the punk 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tears for Fears,
Joe Finger,
a-ha,
Pagans,
The Barracudas,
Sam Rivers,
X-102,
Idris Muhammad,
Nils Olav,
Unrelated Segments,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Chris & Cosey,
The Neon Judgement,
Jandek,
Dual Sessions,
Slick Rick,
Johnny Osbourne,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fugs,
Country Teasers,
Babytalk,
Y Pants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Glenn Branca,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
CMW,
Scion,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pussy Galore,
Scan 7,
The Trojans,
Severed Heads,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rites of Spring,
The Fire Engines,
Public Image Ltd.,
Procol Harum,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Visage,
Hot Snakes,
David McCallum,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bauhaus,
Henry Cow,
Pierre Henry,
the Normal,
Index,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pantaleimon,
Second Layer,
The Dirtbombs,
Deakin,
Yaz,
Dark Day,
Sällskapet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cecil Taylor,
Sister Nancy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.