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 Jordan and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 Matthew Bourne to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Fela Kuti,
Subhumans,
Duran Duran,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fugs,
The Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
The Slackers,
Soft Cell,
X-Ray Spex,
DJ Style,
Stetsasonic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sex Pistols,
Mantronix,
Massinfluence,
U.S. Maple,
X-102,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mark Hollis,
Essential Logic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Smiths,
Black Bananas,
John Lydon,
Black Sheep,
The Velvet Underground,
Pulsallama,
Vladislav Delay,
Maleditus Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Buzzcocks,
Robert Hood,
Urselle,
It's A Beautiful Day,
La Düsseldorf,
Severed Heads,
The New Christs,
The Searchers,
Erasure,
The American Breed,
The Fuzztones,
Tres Demented,
Jawbox,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pierre Henry,
The Martian,
Arab on Radar,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neil Young,
The Cure,
Roxette,
Sun Ra,
Toni Rubio,
The Toasters,
E-Dancer,
the Germs,
June Days,
Marvin Gaye,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.