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 Afghanistan and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pussy Galore to the dance 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 Alarm Clocks,
Bill Wells,
Japan,
Scott Walker,
Scratch Acid,
Peter & Gordon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Chris Corsano,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hashim,
The Associates,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Bar-Kays,
Kas Product,
Metal Thangz,
Magma,
Niagra,
Dead Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
Juan Atkins,
the Swans,
Henry Cow,
Ponytail,
Barbara Tucker,
Boredoms,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
June of 44,
Circle Jerks,
Make Up,
The United States of America,
Jeff Lynne,
Malaria!,
The Index,
Bauhaus,
Quantec,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ronnie Foster,
New Order,
Guru Guru,
Organ,
Susan Cadogan,
James White and The Blacks,
Pantaleimon,
Jandek,
The Offenders,
Charles Mingus,
The Wake,
The Dead C,
The Angels of Light,
Soul II Soul,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Womack,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eric Copeland,
Joy Division,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Pop Group,
Peter and Kerry,
One Last Wish,
Ituana,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.