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 Austria and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the guitar 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the crunk 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
the Association,
John Foxx,
Technova,
Ossler,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jerry's Kids,
Glambeats Corp.,
World's Most,
Rites of Spring,
Lakeside,
OOIOO,
Matthew Bourne,
Con Funk Shun,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed,
a-ha,
Throbbing Gristle,
Television,
DJ Style,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ponytail,
Nirvana,
Roxette,
Quadrant,
Symarip,
Simply Red,
The Last Poets,
Peter and Kerry,
Alison Limerick,
B.T. Express,
The Dave Clark Five,
Monolake,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fuzztones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Amon Düül II,
The Young Rascals,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wasted Youth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Malaria!,
Brothers Johnson,
Althea and Donna,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Associates,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bush Tetras,
Howard Jones,
The Busters,
Sonic Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Colin Newman,
Al Stewart,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Second Layer,
Cal Tjader,
Scan 7,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.