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 Portugal and from Manchester.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Babytalk to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Ituana,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Womack,
Flamin' Groovies,
Underground Resistance,
In Retrospect,
Trumans Water,
The Busters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Goldenarms,
The Sonics,
Swell Maps,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
June Days,
Infiniti,
The Grass Roots,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yellowson,
Angry Samoans,
Electric Prunes,
Charles Mingus,
MC5,
The Smiths,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nik Kershaw,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Liliput,
Pierre Henry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cybotron,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lucky Dragons,
The Neon Judgement,
Lakeside,
Youth Brigade,
Kerri Chandler,
Oneida,
Dennis Brown,
The Doobie Brothers,
Colin Newman,
Fat Boys,
Toni Rubio,
One Last Wish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Juan Atkins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Byron Stingily,
Big Daddy Kane,
Neu!,
Arthur Verocai,
Matthew Bourne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fugs,
The Real Kids,
The Moleskins,
Sight & Sound,
Qualms,
Grauzone,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.