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 Tajikistan and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare 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 Mad Mike to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Niagra,
Ice-T,
Eddi Front,
Bob Dylan,
Von Mondo,
OOIOO,
World's Most,
Jandek,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Associates,
Terry Callier,
Arab on Radar,
New York Dolls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jeff Lynne,
Derrick Morgan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camberwell Now,
Easy Going,
Con Funk Shun,
Juan Atkins,
the Swans,
The Pop Group,
Don Cherry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harry Pussy,
The Offenders,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Görl,
Quadrant,
Scrapy,
Index,
Organ,
Avey Tare,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Leaves,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Stooges,
The Remains,
Erasure,
David Axelrod,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joyce Sims,
Funky Four + One,
Ronan,
a-ha,
Sun City Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pulsallama,
Desert Stars,
Amazonics,
Roger Hodgson,
The Durutti Column,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.