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 Bahrain and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 This Heat to the dance 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
a-ha,
Babytalk,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pagans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Audionom,
The Saints,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Associates,
Scott Walker,
Franke,
Traffic Nightmare,
Michelle Simonal,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Warsaw,
MDC,
Roxy Music,
The Leaves,
The Cowsills,
Can,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sixth Finger,
Kaleidoscope,
The Vogues,
Yellowson,
Jacques Brel,
Kerri Chandler,
Wire,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bang On A Can,
X-Ray Spex,
Pole,
Ohio Players,
Colin Newman,
Anakelly,
Arthur Verocai,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Skarface,
Barry Ungar,
The Dirtbombs,
The Monochrome Set,
Tubeway Army,
Lakeside,
Quantec,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nico,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stiv Bators,
The Invisible,
Scientists,
Joy Division,
Rod Modell,
Malaria!,
World's Most,
Blossom Toes,
Cameo,
U.S. Maple,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bush Tetras,
Eric Copeland,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.