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 Cameroon and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Robert Palmer 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 Popol Vuh to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ 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 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
These Immortal Souls,
Lindisfarne,
Pole,
The Pop Group,
Unwound,
The Knickerbockers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Niagra,
Aswad,
Marc Almond,
Sällskapet,
John Foxx,
The Moleskins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nick Fraelich,
The Seeds,
The Tremeloes,
Colin Newman,
Blossom Toes,
Tubeway Army,
The Electric Prunes,
The Busters,
Bad Manners,
Aloha Tigers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rapeman,
Wings,
The Modern Lovers,
Con Funk Shun,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Dead C,
Donny Hathaway,
Pussy Galore,
Sam Rivers,
CMW,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
PIL,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gong,
Warren Ellis,
Smog,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pylon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dennis Brown,
Main Source,
DNA,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fugs,
The Leaves,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eric Dolphy,
June of 44,
Wally Richardson,
The Offenders,
Laurel Aitken,
Amon Düül,
Al Stewart,
Barbara Tucker,
The Slackers,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.