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 Pakistan and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 Iggy Pop to the dance 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sparks,
F. McDonald,
the Slits,
Infiniti,
U.S. Maple,
Drive Like Jehu,
Janne Schatter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Pretty Things,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Babytalk,
Sugar Minott,
The Electric Prunes,
The Move,
Grauzone,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sarah Menescal,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cecil Taylor,
The Black Dice,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
ABBA,
Gang Green,
Bush Tetras,
Neil Young,
The Kinks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camberwell Now,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kas Product,
Basic Channel,
Ituana,
Josef K,
Livin' Joy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dorothy Ashby,
FM Einheit,
Monolake,
Theoretical Girls,
John Cale,
The Cowsills,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Christie,
The Dead C,
Joe Finger,
Vainqueur,
Eurythmics,
Dawn Penn,
Fugazi,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Max Romeo,
Second Layer,
Surgeon,
Quadrant,
The Human League,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.