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 Brunei and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Davy DMX,
the Human League,
Toni Rubio,
Peter and Kerry,
Pussy Galore,
Jawbox,
The Cure,
F. McDonald,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Avey Tare,
Circle Jerks,
Kerri Chandler,
Mantronix,
Qualms,
Scion,
Youth Brigade,
Dave Gahan,
Ken Boothe,
Talk Talk,
Mad Mike,
Janne Schatter,
The Associates,
Franke,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bauhaus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Sound,
H. Thieme,
Infiniti,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bluetip,
Procol Harum,
Silicon Teens,
Roxy Music,
John Lydon,
Sam Rivers,
Alton Ellis,
Tomorrow,
Pharoah Sanders,
Erykah Badu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Don Cherry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Remains,
The Fortunes,
Intrusion,
Donald Byrd,
Deepchord,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dead C,
James White and The Blacks,
Chris & Cosey,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tom Boy,
The Slackers,
a-ha,
The Golliwogs,
Gang Green,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crash Course in Science,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.