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 Samoa and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 MC5 to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Groovy Waters,
The Blackbyrds,
Q and Not U,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Motorama,
John Holt,
Warren Ellis,
The Smoke,
Bang On A Can,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Metal Thangz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Liliput,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cowsills,
The Residents,
Au Pairs,
Neil Young,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quando Quango,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Franke,
Pussy Galore,
Junior Murvin,
Accadde A,
Henry Cow,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Matthew Halsall,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crash Course in Science,
Roxette,
Ossler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Erasure,
10cc,
The Pretty Things,
Gang of Four,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Easy Going,
Con Funk Shun,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
E-Dancer,
The Martian,
Banda Bassotti,
Interpol,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hoover,
Sister Nancy,
The Index,
Visage,
David McCallum,
Cal Tjader,
Sun City Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cecil Taylor,
The Music Machine,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.