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 Turkmenistan and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
China Crisis,
The Dirtbombs,
The Residents,
Dave Gahan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Trumans Water,
The Doors,
10cc,
the Normal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tropical Tobacco,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Peter and Kerry,
David McCallum,
Mad Mike,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Last Poets,
Steve Hackett,
Gang Starr,
Sugar Minott,
Echospace,
Marc Almond,
Agent Orange,
The Vogues,
The Trojans,
CMW,
Freddie Wadling,
Laurel Aitken,
Nils Olav,
Lou Christie,
Bronski Beat,
Pulsallama,
Pere Ubu,
The Gories,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Parry Music,
The Star Department,
Minutemen,
Marine Girls,
Intrusion,
Idris Muhammad,
The Music Machine,
Japan,
Joey Negro,
Erykah Badu,
Rites of Spring,
Ponytail,
The Real Kids,
Danielle Patucci,
Gabor Szabo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lakeside,
Davy DMX,
Jacques Brel,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare,
Crime,
Yusef Lateef,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.