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 Fiji 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Prince Buster to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Soft Machine,
Alton Ellis,
New Age Steppers,
Donald Byrd,
La Düsseldorf,
Soft Cell,
Jandek,
Wolf Eyes,
The Index,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Henry Cow,
Eurythmics,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Doobie Brothers,
cv313,
Roger Hodgson,
Kas Product,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moss Icon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Tremeloes,
LL Cool J,
Judy Mowatt,
Radiohead,
Lucky Dragons,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sparks,
Bauhaus,
The Invisible,
Howard Jones,
Sex Pistols,
Danielle Patucci,
R.M.O.,
Iggy Pop,
Davy DMX,
The Gap Band,
Groovy Waters,
Dark Day,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Heaven 17,
Youth Brigade,
Ice-T,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stetsasonic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bob Dylan,
Amon Düül II,
Toni Rubio,
Morten Harket,
The Black Dice,
Cecil Taylor,
Chris & Cosey,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gladiators,
Chris Corsano,
Technova,
Todd Terry,
Reuben Wilson,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.