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 Malaysia and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Outsiders to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kool Moe Dee,
New York Dolls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bush Tetras,
Marcia Griffiths,
New Order,
Lee Hazlewood,
Radio Birdman,
Technova,
Funkadelic,
Marmalade,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wire,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dark Day,
Don Cherry,
D'Angelo,
Quadrant,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Massinfluence,
Country Teasers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nirvana,
Pantytec,
John Foxx,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gap Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sight & Sound,
Chrome,
Absolute Body Control,
Kevin Saunderson,
Trumans Water,
Sex Pistols,
Television,
Niagra,
The Evens,
Jerry's Kids,
The Residents,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Gil Scott Heron,
Urselle,
Ken Boothe,
Sarah Menescal,
Stiv Bators,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fire Engines,
Royal Trux,
Inner City,
the Soft Cell,
Essential Logic,
Gong,
Flash Fearless,
Schoolly D,
cv313,
Das Ding,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.