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 San Marino and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Charles Mingus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cameo,
Can,
Infiniti,
Schoolly D,
Gang Green,
Popol Vuh,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Los Fastidios,
Ronnie Foster,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rapeman,
The Monochrome Set,
Grauzone,
Essential Logic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
OOIOO,
The Move,
Wally Richardson,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Starr,
Ultravox,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Misunderstood,
Matthew Bourne,
the Slits,
Anakelly,
Juan Atkins,
Technova,
The Vogues,
Scott Walker,
Quantec,
The Wake,
Arab on Radar,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sonic Youth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Happenings,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eric Copeland,
Barbara Tucker,
Lower 48,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Chris & Cosey,
Vainqueur,
Kurtis Blow,
Zapp,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Darondo,
Black Sheep,
Connie Case,
Sandy B,
Brass Construction,
Magma,
The Saints,
Deepchord,
Angry Samoans,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.