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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ronan 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Hardrive,
Urselle,
Gregory Isaacs,
Model 500,
MC5,
Alphaville,
Leonard Cohen,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barrington Levy,
ABC,
Young Marble Giants,
Bang On A Can,
The Stooges,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sun Ra,
The Zeros,
LL Cool J,
Depeche Mode,
The Residents,
Jeff Mills,
Ken Boothe,
Hoover,
Peter & Gordon,
The Slits,
Thee Headcoats,
Smog,
A Certain Ratio,
CMW,
Cameo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pierre Henry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Womack,
Technova,
The Human League,
Lakeside,
This Heat,
Mars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minutemen,
Groovy Waters,
Black Sheep,
Erasure,
JFA,
The Martian,
a-ha,
Suburban Knight,
Can,
The Cramps,
The Monks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lungfish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Searchers,
Ronan,
Yusef Lateef,
The Happenings,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.