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 Macedonia and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Radio Birdman to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Popol Vuh,
Dave Gahan,
Tim Buckley,
Symarip,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scrapy,
Ultravox,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ponytail,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Techniques,
T.S.O.L.,
The Slits,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ituana,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sugar Minott,
John Coltrane,
Joyce Sims,
Adolescents,
Nirvana,
The Remains,
Crooked Eye,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
ABBA,
Erasure,
K-Klass,
DJ Sneak,
Kayak,
Jacques Brel,
Pantaleimon,
Thompson Twins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Victims,
Spandau Ballet,
Mission of Burma,
Agitation Free,
Judy Mowatt,
New York Dolls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Amon Düül II,
The Angels of Light,
Arthur Verocai,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Germs,
Althea and Donna,
Prince Buster,
Simply Red,
Zapp,
Minutemen,
The Walker Brothers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ludus,
Sällskapet,
Flipper,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Banda Bassotti,
Robert Görl,
Dead Boys,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.