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 Angola and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Gang Green to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
The Seeds,
X-Ray Spex,
10cc,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
CMW,
D'Angelo,
Aaron Thompson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bang On A Can,
The Martian,
Lyres,
Sister Nancy,
ABBA,
La Düsseldorf,
Das Ding,
The Star Department,
Suburban Knight,
PIL,
the Human League,
Ten City,
Scratch Acid,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Blackbyrds,
World's Most,
Sun Ra,
Morten Harket,
The Toasters,
The Pretty Things,
Basic Channel,
Fugazi,
Flamin' Groovies,
kango's stein massive,
The Zeros,
Deakin,
F. McDonald,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Slave,
Stetsasonic,
Skriet,
Howard Jones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Charles Mingus,
Eric Copeland,
The Fortunes,
Blossom Toes,
The Victims,
Harpers Bizarre,
Make Up,
Cheater Slicks,
One Last Wish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Pus,
Grauzone,
Sex Pistols,
Sällskapet,
Hasil Adkins,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.