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 Vanuatu and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 the Soft Cell to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Metal Thangz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Talk Talk,
Fear,
Mr. Review,
Cal Tjader,
Nik Kershaw,
Schoolly D,
Andrew Hill,
Vainqueur,
Von Mondo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marmalade,
The Raincoats,
Janne Schatter,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Busters,
Danielle Patucci,
Television Personalities,
8 Eyed Spy,
Junior Murvin,
Sun City Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fela Kuti,
Lucky Dragons,
Ossler,
Hot Snakes,
Piero Umiliani,
Dead Boys,
Lakeside,
U.S. Maple,
Chris Corsano,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Glenn Branca,
Pussy Galore,
Ten City,
Newcleus,
John Foxx,
Crime,
Massinfluence,
Hasil Adkins,
Matthew Bourne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pierre Henry,
Kurtis Blow,
Quadrant,
June Days,
Ronnie Foster,
Skriet,
Kas Product,
Faraquet,
Arab on Radar,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scan 7,
Hashim,
Funkadelic,
Heaven 17,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.