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 Madagascar and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 Pantytec to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
the Human League,
Von Mondo,
Brass Construction,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Slits,
Tomorrow,
Pussy Galore,
Average White Band,
The Buckinghams,
Soulsonic Force,
Bluetip,
John Foxx,
The Motions,
EPMD,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stereo Dub,
Marvin Gaye,
The Modern Lovers,
Monks,
Piero Umiliani,
Fela Kuti,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arab on Radar,
Gong,
New York Dolls,
The Standells,
Janne Schatter,
Iggy Pop,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pylon,
Angry Samoans,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Moleskins,
Blossom Toes,
The Mummies,
The Grass Roots,
Animal Collective,
Flipper,
The Slits,
The Saints,
The Pretty Things,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Blackbyrds,
Archie Shepp,
Masters at Work,
Camberwell Now,
Eric Dolphy,
Severed Heads,
Wire,
Amazonics,
Hardrive,
Goldenarms,
Zapp,
Spoonie Gee,
Con Funk Shun,
Boredoms,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.