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 Monaco 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Popol Vuh to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Bad Manners,
Depeche Mode,
Terrestrial Tones,
Howard Jones,
Theoretical Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rod Modell,
The Sound,
Lungfish,
Maleditus Sound,
Trumans Water,
Vainqueur,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
This Heat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Unwound,
Gabor Szabo,
Circle Jerks,
The Standells,
Reagan Youth,
Scientists,
The Last Poets,
Idris Muhammad,
New York Dolls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marmalade,
Colin Newman,
Fugazi,
Black Flag,
cv313,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cymande,
Schoolly D,
Dennis Brown,
Freddie Wadling,
Kas Product,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Busters,
Faust,
Technova,
Radiohead,
Bob Dylan,
Wasted Youth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nils Olav,
LL Cool J,
Fat Boys,
Radio Birdman,
Shuggie Otis,
Echospace,
Morten Harket,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soft Cell,
Laurel Aitken,
The Walker Brothers,
Man Parrish,
Eurythmics,
Ultravox,
Tears for Fears,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed,
Black Pus,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.