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 Bulgaria and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 Grauzone to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Deadbeat,
Circle Jerks,
Pantaleimon,
Tropical Tobacco,
AZ,
Yazoo,
Vainqueur,
Delta 5,
Liliput,
the Soft Cell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Unwound,
Cybotron,
Ituana,
Gang Starr,
Bang On A Can,
Franke,
The Velvet Underground,
Babytalk,
Amazonics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dorothy Ashby,
Interpol,
The Barracudas,
The Black Dice,
Joey Negro,
the Germs,
Black Moon,
Grey Daturas,
Susan Cadogan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dave Gahan,
Siglo XX,
Sun Ra,
Soul II Soul,
Joy Division,
Steve Hackett,
X-101,
Gregory Isaacs,
Connie Case,
Boogie Down Productions,
Robert Hood,
Goldenarms,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sound Behaviour,
Bronski Beat,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cowsills,
The Dead C,
Eric B and Rakim,
Guru Guru,
Rosa Yemen,
This Heat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pantytec,
Don Cherry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fuzztones,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kayak,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.