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 Solomon Islands and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rod Modell,
John Foxx,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Susan Cadogan,
Joensuu 1685,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Neon Judgement,
June of 44,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Outsiders,
Eric Copeland,
Urselle,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DNA,
the Normal,
Scott Walker,
Sällskapet,
Cybotron,
The Young Rascals,
Pole,
Soft Machine,
Ronan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nas,
Ultravox,
Lou Reed,
Masters at Work,
Rufus Thomas,
the Germs,
Mission of Burma,
CMW,
Blake Baxter,
Essential Logic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Accadde A,
Mad Mike,
Pussy Galore,
Vainqueur,
The Blackbyrds,
The Names,
Talk Talk,
cv313,
Tom Boy,
Pantytec,
Bush Tetras,
Underground Resistance,
Matthew Bourne,
Fela Kuti,
Animal Collective,
Scan 7,
The Dave Clark Five,
KRS-One,
Eve St. Jones,
David Axelrod,
Chrome,
Unwound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Japan,
The Invisible,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.