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 Albania and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Panda Bear to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Yaz,
Terrestrial Tones,
E-Dancer,
Sex Pistols,
The Neon Judgement,
Traffic Nightmare,
Idris Muhammad,
B.T. Express,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hoover,
The Golliwogs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Swans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Underground Resistance,
Livin' Joy,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cramps,
Von Mondo,
Quantec,
Ronan,
The Slackers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Hood,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joey Negro,
Marmalade,
Y Pants,
Lungfish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
PIL,
Basic Channel,
Nick Fraelich,
Colin Newman,
The Birthday Party,
Todd Rundgren,
Joe Finger,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sun City Girls,
T. Rex,
Delta 5,
D'Angelo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Peter & Gordon,
The Remains,
Cecil Taylor,
Eric Copeland,
the Soft Cell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mandrill,
Roy Ayers,
Andrew Hill,
Loose Ends,
Jacob Miller,
Crooked Eye,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rekid,
Roxette,
Chris Corsano,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.