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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Holger Czukay 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 Barry Ungar to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Silicon Teens,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Unwound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Smog,
John Lydon,
Moby Grape,
Minor Threat,
Sarah Menescal,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Doors,
Procol Harum,
The Neon Judgement,
Byron Stingily,
Crispy Ambulance,
Heaven 17,
Amon Düül,
Robert Wyatt,
Easy Going,
Technova,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fugazi,
London Community Gospel Choir,
48th St. Collective,
Niagra,
The Pop Group,
The Mummies,
The Offenders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Slave,
The Modern Lovers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Interpol,
Deadbeat,
Young Marble Giants,
Ronnie Foster,
Tom Boy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Big Daddy Kane,
L. Decosne,
John Foxx,
The Gladiators,
Tres Demented,
The Grass Roots,
Harry Pussy,
Television Personalities,
Cheater Slicks,
Aural Exciters,
Kas Product,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Associates,
Hashim,
Sound Behaviour,
Grey Daturas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bob Dylan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.