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 Congo and from Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 PIL to the jazz 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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
The Monochrome Set,
Mary Jane Girls,
Heaven 17,
The Mummies,
Brass Construction,
The Beau Brummels,
Tropical Tobacco,
Franke,
Ronnie Foster,
Cameo,
Alice Coltrane,
Chrome,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Television,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
New Age Steppers,
The Mojo Men,
Skriet,
The Neon Judgement,
UT,
Robert Hood,
Basic Channel,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gories,
Yellowson,
The Trojans,
Godley & Creme,
Pere Ubu,
FM Einheit,
Slick Rick,
Ultimate Spinach,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Susan Cadogan,
a-ha,
The Skatalites,
Camouflage,
John Holt,
Aloha Tigers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amazonics,
Fugazi,
The Doors,
Mandrill,
Reagan Youth,
Fad Gadget,
Nico,
The Gap Band,
Ultra Naté,
Eric Copeland,
Mr. Review,
The Human League,
Saccharine Trust,
Harmonia,
Man Parrish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.