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 Syria and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Loose Ends to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aloha Tigers,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Vogues,
Jeff Lynne,
Joey Negro,
Fat Boys,
Warsaw,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Association,
Siglo XX,
Erykah Badu,
Boredoms,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Porter Ricks,
Tomorrow,
DJ Sneak,
Anthony Braxton,
Index,
Kaleidoscope,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Move,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
UT,
John Lydon,
Black Bananas,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Starr,
The Associates,
The Fortunes,
Delon & Dalcan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
David Bowie,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Drexciya,
Byron Stingily,
Wire,
Section 25,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Coltrane,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ten City,
Johnny Clarke,
Bronski Beat,
Tubeway Army,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Smoke,
the Swans,
Stereo Dub,
E-Dancer,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deakin,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.