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 Cape Verde and from Lille.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 Nik Kershaw to the punk 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Toni Rubio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Sherman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Blues Magoos,
Lyres,
Avey Tare,
Tim Buckley,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Real Kids,
Popol Vuh,
Country Teasers,
Deepchord,
Smog,
Kaleidoscope,
Todd Rundgren,
Rites of Spring,
The Barracudas,
Alphaville,
Bob Dylan,
Sonic Youth,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Names,
Jawbox,
The Raincoats,
Howard Jones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Quadrant,
Joy Division,
Sixth Finger,
the Slits,
Procol Harum,
Mission of Burma,
Jacob Miller,
Bill Wells,
The Tremeloes,
Black Flag,
Bush Tetras,
Laurel Aitken,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Josef K,
Zapp,
Joyce Sims,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
kango's stein massive,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Amon Düül II,
The Black Dice,
Symarip,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Godley & Creme,
Trumans Water,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eurythmics,
Ossler,
the Normal,
The Monochrome Set,
Bad Manners,
the Human League,
Subhumans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.