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 Kuwait and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Radiopuhelimet to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator 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 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
LL Cool J,
The Misunderstood,
The Seeds,
Mandrill,
Marvin Gaye,
Intrusion,
H. Thieme,
Index,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Invisible,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joensuu 1685,
The Beau Brummels,
Qualms,
Japan,
Whodini,
Crooked Eye,
The Flesh Eaters,
Essential Logic,
Rites of Spring,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Carl Craig,
The Music Machine,
Absolute Body Control,
Grauzone,
Duran Duran,
The Divine Comedy,
Jawbox,
Colin Newman,
The Standells,
James White and The Blacks,
The Real Kids,
Mantronix,
Camouflage,
Loose Ends,
Gabor Szabo,
Unwound,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Lydon,
Television,
Robert Görl,
Roger Hodgson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Juan Atkins,
Wire,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jerry's Kids,
Infiniti,
Eli Mardock,
Skaos,
Matthew Bourne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pagans,
Rod Modell,
Max Romeo,
Urselle,
the Germs,
Tubeway Army,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.