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 Czech Republic and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Chrome to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Toni Rubio,
Supertramp,
Section 25,
Skriet,
The Kinks,
Television Personalities,
The Associates,
Henry Cow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Adolescents,
Oneida,
Mandrill,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sugar Minott,
The Seeds,
The Gap Band,
Ken Boothe,
Patti Smith,
Roxette,
Joe Smooth,
OOIOO,
Unwound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Thee Headcoats,
The Angels of Light,
Tommy Roe,
Trumans Water,
Mr. Review,
Howard Jones,
Flipper,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mission of Burma,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Amon Düül,
The Offenders,
Ornette Coleman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Carl Craig,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jeru the Damaja,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Urselle,
Joy Division,
The Dirtbombs,
John Holt,
The Mummies,
Dave Gahan,
Donny Hathaway,
EPMD,
Cybotron,
Easy Going,
The Smoke,
Main Source,
The Invisible,
Flash Fearless,
Cameo,
Das Ding,
World's Most,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.