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 Palau and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bronski Beat to the punk 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Don Cherry,
Hoover,
The Walker Brothers,
This Heat,
Ronan,
Stiv Bators,
The Music Machine,
Dawn Penn,
Arcadia,
Spandau Ballet,
Bluetip,
Bronski Beat,
Echospace,
Tears for Fears,
Joey Negro,
Rapeman,
Ice-T,
Andrew Hill,
Nirvana,
Scrapy,
Boredoms,
The Victims,
Nick Fraelich,
The Skatalites,
Grauzone,
Easy Going,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Thompson Twins,
U.S. Maple,
Infiniti,
Angry Samoans,
Janne Schatter,
The New Christs,
Severed Heads,
Black Bananas,
Lakeside,
Smog,
Camouflage,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-102,
Spoonie Gee,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun City Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Visage,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Move,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Loose Ends,
Desert Stars,
Lower 48,
David Axelrod,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.