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 Korea North and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 The Red Krayola 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Moon,
F. McDonald,
Suicide,
Ituana,
Youth Brigade,
Blake Baxter,
Erykah Badu,
DJ Sneak,
The Pop Group,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sandy B,
The Stooges,
Jacob Miller,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amon Düül,
Skarface,
CMW,
Joyce Sims,
Curtis Mayfield,
Avey Tare,
The Searchers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deakin,
Darondo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nirvana,
Crash Course in Science,
New York Dolls,
The Buckinghams,
The Evens,
The Kinks,
the Germs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kas Product,
Black Flag,
Moebius,
Bad Manners,
Peter and Kerry,
The Slits,
The Golliwogs,
X-101,
Derrick May,
the Normal,
Buzzcocks,
Yusef Lateef,
Glambeats Corp.,
Oneida,
The Blackbyrds,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pagans,
Glenn Branca,
Sexual Harrassment,
Von Mondo,
Davy DMX,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.