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 Toronto.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 The Invisible to the disco 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Grauzone,
The Gun Club,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Angry Samoans,
The Barracudas,
Bootsy Collins,
Fatback Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Audionom,
Throbbing Gristle,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Walker Brothers,
Andrew Hill,
Sex Pistols,
Black Flag,
DJ Sneak,
Rakim,
Lou Reed,
Wire,
The United States of America,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Theoretical Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Outsiders,
The Mummies,
Don Cherry,
New Order,
Moebius,
These Immortal Souls,
Patti Smith,
Eddi Front,
Bush Tetras,
Yellowson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Slave,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Velvet Underground,
Brass Construction,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pole,
Sun City Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cowsills,
Section 25,
Dual Sessions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
48th St. Collective,
Kerri Chandler,
Fear,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Maurizio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Sonics,
The Dirtbombs,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.