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 Papua New Guinea and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Minny Pops,
Electric Prunes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pere Ubu,
A Certain Ratio,
T. Rex,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mojo Men,
Fat Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Television Personalities,
Frankie Knuckles,
Chris & Cosey,
Young Marble Giants,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lungfish,
MDC,
Qualms,
Tomorrow,
David Bowie,
Maleditus Sound,
The Slackers,
Siglo XX,
10cc,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stiv Bators,
Cameo,
Echospace,
Eric B and Rakim,
Monks,
Drexciya,
Cybotron,
The Invisible,
Idris Muhammad,
Visage,
Loose Ends,
Robert Görl,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scrapy,
The Cramps,
Ken Boothe,
Grauzone,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Godley & Creme,
Half Japanese,
Terry Callier,
Sixth Finger,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Techniques,
Dark Day,
Gong,
The Raincoats,
Peter & Gordon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Barracudas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Circle Jerks,
Niagra,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.