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 Bhutan 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Smog to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
The Saints,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Outsiders,
Zapp,
Matthew Bourne,
Suicide,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camberwell Now,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fortunes,
The Gladiators,
Scrapy,
The Five Americans,
Minnie Riperton,
Simply Red,
Intrusion,
Mr. Review,
Skarface,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultra Naté,
Johnny Clarke,
Fatback Band,
Jawbox,
David Axelrod,
Jacques Brel,
Sister Nancy,
Fat Boys,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Womack,
Animal Collective,
These Immortal Souls,
Stiv Bators,
Grey Daturas,
The Standells,
World's Most,
Von Mondo,
Tom Boy,
Pantaleimon,
Buzzcocks,
Vladislav Delay,
Arab on Radar,
Underground Resistance,
Ponytail,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crime,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scott Walker,
Pylon,
ABC,
The Leaves,
Aaron Thompson,
The Mummies,
Girls At Our Best!,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Television,
Pantytec,
The Index,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.