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 Iceland and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 Radiopuhelimet to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Main Source,
Kerri Chandler,
Laurel Aitken,
Todd Rundgren,
Eli Mardock,
June Days,
Model 500,
The Durutti Column,
the Human League,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gladiators,
Wally Richardson,
Ultravox,
Max Romeo,
Con Funk Shun,
Livin' Joy,
Duran Duran,
The Knickerbockers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ituana,
Spandau Ballet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Arthur Verocai,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Byrd,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Archie Shepp,
Ronan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Holt,
The Martian,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Country Teasers,
The Birthday Party,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jawbox,
the Germs,
The Offenders,
Connie Case,
AZ,
The Pretty Things,
Talk Talk,
Lower 48,
Carl Craig,
Skarface,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tres Demented,
The Associates,
Lungfish,
Mandrill,
Television,
Al Stewart,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sam Rivers,
Dead Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Darondo,
The Fire Engines,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.