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 Ireland 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Half Japanese,
Joyce Sims,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marc Almond,
Mr. Review,
Maleditus Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
Swell Maps,
Todd Terry,
Television Personalities,
Jeru the Damaja,
Faraquet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Busters,
Young Marble Giants,
Dark Day,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nick Fraelich,
Avey Tare,
Roxette,
Bobby Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Last Poets,
Ultravox,
Hasil Adkins,
L. Decosne,
Josef K,
Scratch Acid,
Howard Jones,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hoover,
Eli Mardock,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Colin Newman,
Sight & Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
Lakeside,
8 Eyed Spy,
Supertramp,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alison Limerick,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minutemen,
Pagans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Star Department,
Cluster,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marvin Gaye,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scott Walker,
The Cowsills,
Bauhaus,
Desert Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.