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 Kuwait and from Paris.
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 Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Robert Hood to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tears for Fears,
Nas,
Tres Demented,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Walker Brothers,
The Mummies,
Tomorrow,
The Pretty Things,
Lalo Schifrin,
Procol Harum,
Wire,
H. Thieme,
The Associates,
The Martian,
Robert Wyatt,
The Seeds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joe Finger,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roxette,
Das Ding,
Terry Callier,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brand Nubian,
Maurizio,
The United States of America,
Masters at Work,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gories,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Monolake,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tim Buckley,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Byrd,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The J.B.'s,
The Offenders,
Marine Girls,
Josef K,
Andrew Hill,
Zapp,
Magma,
John Coltrane,
Soft Cell,
Make Up,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
Oblivians,
T. Rex,
Lou Reed,
Gerry Rafferty,
Amon Düül,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Barracudas,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.