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 Somalia and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 H. Thieme to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
The Fall,
The Velvet Underground,
Suicide,
Ohio Players,
Inner City,
Newcleus,
Half Japanese,
Excepter,
Maleditus Sound,
Negative Approach,
Lyres,
David McCallum,
Gang Starr,
The Slits,
L. Decosne,
Kaleidoscope,
Oneida,
Mandrill,
Minutemen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jawbox,
The Standells,
Bill Near,
Stereo Dub,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Boredoms,
Joyce Sims,
Lightning Bolt,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sex Pistols,
Agent Orange,
Freddie Wadling,
Scott Walker,
Henry Cow,
Andrew Hill,
Yaz,
Siglo XX,
ABBA,
The Gories,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Television,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
F. McDonald,
Soul II Soul,
The Neon Judgement,
Al Stewart,
John Coltrane,
Blancmange,
Carl Craig,
The Music Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Colin Newman,
the Association,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Godley & Creme,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rites of Spring,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.