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 Bhutan and from Milan.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the rap 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
the Soft Cell,
Flash Fearless,
Sonny Sharrock,
Niagra,
Deepchord,
Interpol,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
H. Thieme,
Scratch Acid,
The Moleskins,
Nas,
Morten Harket,
Sonic Youth,
Rites of Spring,
the Human League,
Crash Course in Science,
Amazonics,
The Fuzztones,
Model 500,
Frankie Knuckles,
Second Layer,
Pussy Galore,
The Gun Club,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Selecter,
The Golliwogs,
Animal Collective,
Oblivians,
Eric Copeland,
Black Flag,
The Walker Brothers,
Livin' Joy,
Albert Ayler,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Mummies,
MC5,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Holt,
Susan Cadogan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sandy B,
Franke,
Shoche,
Dual Sessions,
The Index,
F. McDonald,
the Bar-Kays,
Essential Logic,
UT,
Lalann,
Cluster,
EPMD,
Joy Division,
JFA,
The Durutti Column,
Darondo,
Rotary Connection,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.