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 Saudi Arabia and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Main Source to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Names,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Blossom Toes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Banda Bassotti,
Eddi Front,
Andrew Hill,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rapeman,
Technova,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
LL Cool J,
Davy DMX,
These Immortal Souls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Janne Schatter,
Underground Resistance,
The Cure,
The Dead C,
Harmonia,
The Misunderstood,
Don Cherry,
Patti Smith,
E-Dancer,
Negative Approach,
Saccharine Trust,
The Busters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arcadia,
Bobby Womack,
CMW,
The United States of America,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yaz,
Tom Boy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ten City,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sex Pistols,
Qualms,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Los Fastidios,
Joyce Sims,
The Fall,
Ice-T,
B.T. Express,
Black Bananas,
Slave,
The New Christs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Juan Atkins,
Lungfish,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.