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 Slovenia and from Manila.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Scott Walker,
Dave Gahan,
Skarface,
The Names,
Nils Olav,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Remains,
Ohio Players,
The Gories,
Funkadelic,
Ultravox,
Lou Reed,
The Birthday Party,
Chris Corsano,
Alison Limerick,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Simply Red,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ronan,
Dual Sessions,
Index,
Drexciya,
MC5,
Bill Near,
Subhumans,
The Stooges,
Marcia Griffiths,
Au Pairs,
The Busters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Laurel Aitken,
Bang On A Can,
James White and The Blacks,
Don Cherry,
Fugazi,
The Count Five,
Mars,
Bobby Sherman,
Sun Ra,
Television Personalities,
Black Flag,
Lebanon Hanover,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mary Jane Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
Sugar Minott,
the Normal,
Arab on Radar,
Camberwell Now,
The Index,
Flash Fearless,
Pere Ubu,
The Real Kids,
Vladislav Delay,
Faraquet,
Derrick May,
Roxette,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radio Birdman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.