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 Liechtenstein and from Salvador.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Terrestrial Tones to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Black Sheep,
Niagra,
Animal Collective,
Model 500,
New Order,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Amon Düül,
Jimmy McGriff,
Peter and Kerry,
Jawbox,
The Neon Judgement,
The Count Five,
Unwound,
Quando Quango,
The Raincoats,
Au Pairs,
The Move,
Slave,
Theoretical Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
ABC,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aaron Thompson,
Eden Ahbez,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Toasters,
The Buckinghams,
The Birthday Party,
Anakelly,
Von Mondo,
Chris Corsano,
Porter Ricks,
Newcleus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pole,
Whodini,
Ronan,
Black Bananas,
Spandau Ballet,
Surgeon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Juan Atkins,
The Sonics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marine Girls,
The Smiths,
Bluetip,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Leonard Cohen,
FM Einheit,
Hoover,
K-Klass,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Angels of Light,
Black Flag,
Essential Logic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
10cc,
Banda Bassotti,
Fear,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.