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 Afghanistan and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 Gang Green 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Monks,
The Wake,
Darondo,
Glambeats Corp.,
David McCallum,
Marc Almond,
Nils Olav,
Harmonia,
Scott Walker,
Pantaleimon,
Alton Ellis,
Marine Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
Mark Hollis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Mummies,
Guru Guru,
Dave Gahan,
Bad Manners,
Marvin Gaye,
Radio Birdman,
Pantytec,
Slick Rick,
Blancmange,
Camberwell Now,
DNA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Flesh Eaters,
Harry Pussy,
Rod Modell,
The Gun Club,
Suicide,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fat Boys,
The Names,
The Associates,
Panda Bear,
The Busters,
Fad Gadget,
Dorothy Ashby,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Thompson Twins,
Henry Cow,
Toni Rubio,
Archie Shepp,
LL Cool J,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bang On A Can,
Rotary Connection,
Nik Kershaw,
Fear,
PIL,
The Music Machine,
The Seeds,
John Holt,
Electric Prunes,
F. McDonald,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.