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 South Africa and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Gories to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
The Victims,
Franke,
Pantaleimon,
The Mojo Men,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Toasters,
Agent Orange,
Metal Thangz,
Steve Hackett,
Yazoo,
Rakim,
Rites of Spring,
Reagan Youth,
New Age Steppers,
Television,
Saccharine Trust,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eddi Front,
Darondo,
Unwound,
The Vogues,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gabor Szabo,
X-102,
Wire,
Technova,
Grauzone,
Bauhaus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fad Gadget,
the Bar-Kays,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scientists,
Magazine,
The Smoke,
Brand Nubian,
Radiohead,
Ohio Players,
Tom Boy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Real Kids,
Aswad,
Delta 5,
Robert Görl,
Shoche,
Robert Hood,
a-ha,
Scott Walker,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nico,
Crash Course in Science,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mad Mike,
Quadrant,
The Searchers,
John Foxx,
The Busters,
Boredoms,
Kerrie Biddell,
Freddie Wadling,
The Count Five,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.