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 Colombia 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Robert Wyatt to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
The Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Knickerbockers,
The Toasters,
Mad Mike,
David Axelrod,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Boredoms,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Donny Hathaway,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alice Coltrane,
Roger Hodgson,
Sun City Girls,
The Tremeloes,
Gang Green,
Jeff Mills,
The Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
Adolescents,
Isaac Hayes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ponytail,
Danielle Patucci,
John Lydon,
FM Einheit,
The Mojo Men,
Sugar Minott,
The Wake,
Ronnie Foster,
Quadrant,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Count Five,
Blancmange,
Graham Central Station,
Cluster,
The Music Machine,
Black Flag,
Mr. Review,
Sight & Sound,
Aswad,
Letta Mbulu,
The Durutti Column,
The Happenings,
The Buckinghams,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rosa Yemen,
Loose Ends,
Bang On A Can,
Q and Not U,
Robert Wyatt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DJ Style,
Kaleidoscope,
Iggy Pop,
Jeru the Damaja,
ABC,
The Neon Judgement,
Swans,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.