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 Grenada and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Section 25,
Arcadia,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Accadde A,
Alphaville,
Pantytec,
Qualms,
Newcleus,
The Wake,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Foxx,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The New Christs,
Roxy Music,
The Modern Lovers,
Joe Smooth,
Joe Finger,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mummies,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Grass Roots,
Stiv Bators,
Alton Ellis,
Underground Resistance,
John Holt,
Sister Nancy,
Derrick Morgan,
Scott Walker,
FM Einheit,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Spandau Ballet,
Nirvana,
EPMD,
Nation of Ulysses,
F. McDonald,
Lyres,
Derrick May,
Lower 48,
Mandrill,
The Litter,
Trumans Water,
Severed Heads,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Drive Like Jehu,
The J.B.'s,
JFA,
Sex Pistols,
Jerry's Kids,
Nick Fraelich,
Ohio Players,
Scratch Acid,
Cymande,
Liliput,
Lungfish,
Oblivians,
Howard Jones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Index,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.