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 Hungary and from London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Essential Logic to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Blossom Toes,
Y Pants,
Trumans Water,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Don Cherry,
The Moleskins,
The Kinks,
Smog,
Grauzone,
Animal Collective,
Dave Gahan,
The Names,
Fad Gadget,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Warsaw,
Main Source,
The Angels of Light,
The Dead C,
The Birthday Party,
Underground Resistance,
Quantec,
Toni Rubio,
Zero Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
The Remains,
Ronan,
The Monochrome Set,
Crash Course in Science,
Motorama,
Vainqueur,
Black Moon,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Subhumans,
Au Pairs,
Soul Sonic Force,
H. Thieme,
The Slits,
Todd Terry,
The Gun Club,
The Fall,
Heaven 17,
The Slackers,
Young Marble Giants,
Boredoms,
Morten Harket,
Groovy Waters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yaz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Franke,
The Electric Prunes,
Can,
Joe Finger,
The Wake,
Tommy Roe,
Thee Headcoats,
KRS-One,
Cabaret Voltaire,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.