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 Norway and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Junior Murvin,
Davy DMX,
Swell Maps,
Ultravox,
The American Breed,
The Toasters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Suburban Knight,
10cc,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang of Four,
Absolute Body Control,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sex Pistols,
Surgeon,
Skarface,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deepchord,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pylon,
Television Personalities,
Minnie Riperton,
Ituana,
The Happenings,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Searchers,
Fugazi,
Piero Umiliani,
Sonic Youth,
The Buckinghams,
The Human League,
The New Christs,
Aural Exciters,
Deakin,
Camberwell Now,
Dark Day,
Crooked Eye,
the Human League,
The Beau Brummels,
Panda Bear,
Ornette Coleman,
Fear,
The Young Rascals,
The Techniques,
Erasure,
The Remains,
Smog,
Aloha Tigers,
Monolake,
FM Einheit,
Juan Atkins,
Soft Cell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Popol Vuh,
Outsiders,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.