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 Angola and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 Minutemen to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
David McCallum,
The Gun Club,
Marmalade,
The Associates,
Skaos,
Alton Ellis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultravox,
Qualms,
Pole,
X-Ray Spex,
Sound Behaviour,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Peter & Gordon,
The Slackers,
Wings,
Rekid,
Scott Walker,
OOIOO,
Au Pairs,
Howard Jones,
Zero Boys,
Echospace,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aaron Thompson,
Circle Jerks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultimate Spinach,
Severed Heads,
Chris Corsano,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gerry Rafferty,
Angry Samoans,
John Foxx,
Ken Boothe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Buckinghams,
Schoolly D,
Young Marble Giants,
The Remains,
Infiniti,
Yaz,
In Retrospect,
The Cure,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Suicide,
Ronan,
Royal Trux,
The Five Americans,
Buzzcocks,
Scrapy,
the Swans,
Quantec,
Con Funk Shun,
Pylon,
Gong,
Kayak,
K-Klass,
Deadbeat,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.