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 Armenia and from Manila.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Sandy B,
Ice-T,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DJ Style,
Anakelly,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Foxx,
Leonard Cohen,
Graham Central Station,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fortunes,
Eric Copeland,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Suburban Knight,
Quantec,
Colin Newman,
The Vogues,
Adolescents,
the Sonics,
Peter & Gordon,
Aloha Tigers,
The Doors,
Avey Tare,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cowsills,
Piero Umiliani,
Yellowson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Funky Four + One,
Joyce Sims,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kenny Larkin,
Judy Mowatt,
Byron Stingily,
Mantronix,
a-ha,
June of 44,
EPMD,
Man Parrish,
Minnie Riperton,
Skarface,
Bob Dylan,
Scratch Acid,
Eric Dolphy,
Ten City,
Lightning Bolt,
Ossler,
The Happenings,
The Slackers,
Wings,
Aaron Thompson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Zeros,
The Wake,
the Swans,
The Golliwogs,
Vainqueur,
The Misunderstood,
Magazine,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Holt,
Popol Vuh,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.