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 Ecuador and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 Magazine 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
The Cramps,
Supertramp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Reed,
Anthony Braxton,
Malaria!,
Johnny Osbourne,
a-ha,
Lalann,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
James White and The Blacks,
The Standells,
Scrapy,
The Evens,
cv313,
Ralphi Rosario,
June of 44,
Tomorrow,
Talk Talk,
Danielle Patucci,
Bush Tetras,
New Age Steppers,
the Swans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Morten Harket,
Basic Channel,
Henry Cow,
CMW,
Faust,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Human League,
kango's stein massive,
Scion,
Tim Buckley,
Derrick May,
F. McDonald,
Tears for Fears,
Shoche,
Siglo XX,
Delta 5,
Reuben Wilson,
Can,
The Techniques,
R.M.O.,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gun Club,
Y Pants,
Rufus Thomas,
Animal Collective,
Section 25,
Lakeside,
Dead Boys,
Roxette,
Main Source,
Juan Atkins,
The Fall,
In Retrospect,
Harry Pussy,
Schoolly D,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.