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 Kosovo and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Technova to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sugar Minott,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Funky Four + One,
Minny Pops,
The Index,
Wasted Youth,
The Victims,
Panda Bear,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scott Walker,
Robert Hood,
Subhumans,
Fear,
Mandrill,
Radio Birdman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crispy Ambulance,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Half Japanese,
Thompson Twins,
Gang Green,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Sherman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dual Sessions,
Heaven 17,
Mad Mike,
The Saints,
Interpol,
Zero Boys,
Pole,
Excepter,
Sun Ra,
One Last Wish,
The Barracudas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Blancmange,
Unwound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hardrive,
World's Most,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Moss Icon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Warsaw,
The Fuzztones,
Swell Maps,
Wire,
Unrelated Segments,
The Birthday Party,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roxy Music,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.