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 Macedonia and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Halifax.
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 snare 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 New Age Steppers 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Sixth Finger,
Charles Mingus,
Sun City Girls,
Japan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultimate Spinach,
Siglo XX,
Mission of Burma,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Section 25,
L. Decosne,
John Lydon,
Dawn Penn,
F. McDonald,
Silicon Teens,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roy Ayers,
Talk Talk,
Little Man,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fortunes,
Technova,
Moss Icon,
Bang On A Can,
Alphaville,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Monochrome Set,
Jacob Miller,
EPMD,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Neon Judgement,
Leonard Cohen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stockholm Monsters,
Simply Red,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hasil Adkins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
cv313,
Lindisfarne,
Quadrant,
Curtis Mayfield,
Zero Boys,
Los Fastidios,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Sonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Womack,
Ituana,
Nils Olav,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Warsaw,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marine Girls,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.