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 Rwanda and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 Young Marble Giants to the disco 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
John Coltrane,
Bob Dylan,
Porter Ricks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kenny Larkin,
Alice Coltrane,
The Knickerbockers,
Intrusion,
Kas Product,
Nico,
Lindisfarne,
Skriet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Music Machine,
Fela Kuti,
F. McDonald,
Gichy Dan,
The New Christs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ronnie Foster,
The Divine Comedy,
The Five Americans,
Second Layer,
Eden Ahbez,
Funkadelic,
Donny Hathaway,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kayak,
Gang Green,
The Mummies,
Nirvana,
Eli Mardock,
Tomorrow,
Aaron Thompson,
Nick Fraelich,
the Association,
R.M.O.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flipper,
Derrick May,
Alphaville,
Glenn Branca,
Model 500,
Sonic Youth,
The Last Poets,
Fear,
Ituana,
Spandau Ballet,
Amon Düül,
Country Teasers,
Amon Düül II,
Jacques Brel,
Circle Jerks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Trumans Water,
The Fuzztones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.