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 Spain and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the disco 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
DJ Style,
Desert Stars,
D'Angelo,
Pierre Henry,
Eddi Front,
MC5,
June of 44,
Brothers Johnson,
Mr. Review,
The Golliwogs,
Pagans,
Simply Red,
Ossler,
Animal Collective,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sexual Harrassment,
Popol Vuh,
Main Source,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kayak,
Howard Jones,
Rod Modell,
Oneida,
Au Pairs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Loose Ends,
These Immortal Souls,
Deepchord,
the Bar-Kays,
Pere Ubu,
FM Einheit,
Ultravox,
Thompson Twins,
Eli Mardock,
Reagan Youth,
Arthur Verocai,
Jacob Miller,
Chris & Cosey,
Blancmange,
Peter and Kerry,
Yazoo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Sonics,
The Mummies,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pole,
Roy Ayers,
Thee Headcoats,
Nils Olav,
Gabor Szabo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Red Krayola,
Sixth Finger,
Ponytail,
Sarah Menescal,
The Human League,
Ludus,
Mark Hollis,
the Association,
Carl Craig,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.