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 Cyprus and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Joensuu 1685 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Man Parrish,
Main Source,
The Standells,
Lyres,
Suburban Knight,
Scientists,
Public Image Ltd.,
Erykah Badu,
Jesper Dahlback,
AZ,
Gichy Dan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lucky Dragons,
Neil Young,
Ronnie Foster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Los Fastidios,
Terry Callier,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Interpol,
The Happenings,
Ronan,
Goldenarms,
Matthew Halsall,
Cal Tjader,
Joy Division,
Grauzone,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Byrd,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tomorrow,
a-ha,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nick Fraelich,
Smog,
Yellowson,
Prince Buster,
In Retrospect,
Kenny Larkin,
Stereo Dub,
David Bowie,
Heaven 17,
Subhumans,
Ice-T,
Bob Dylan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pussy Galore,
The Moody Blues,
Kool Moe Dee,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gabor Szabo,
The Star Department,
ABC,
X-102,
Zero Boys,
Gang of Four,
Ohio Players,
The Gap Band,
Ultra Naté,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.