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 Saudi Arabia and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Techniques to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Evens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eddi Front,
The Victims,
Reagan Youth,
Colin Newman,
Chrome,
Minnie Riperton,
Faraquet,
Blancmange,
Kas Product,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eve St. Jones,
Desert Stars,
Slick Rick,
a-ha,
Ten City,
Camberwell Now,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gladiators,
Nik Kershaw,
Tom Boy,
The Martian,
Prince Buster,
CMW,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crispy Ambulance,
Steve Hackett,
Deadbeat,
The Count Five,
John Holt,
Smog,
The Angels of Light,
Accadde A,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mummies,
Wally Richardson,
Anakelly,
Infiniti,
Robert Görl,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang Green,
Duran Duran,
X-102,
Camouflage,
10cc,
Dawn Penn,
Man Parrish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Spoonie Gee,
Dead Boys,
Connie Case,
Interpol,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Masters at Work,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Depeche Mode,
The Offenders,
The Red Krayola,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.