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 Kuwait and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 The Angels of Light to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Boredoms,
The Angels of Light,
Depeche Mode,
Smog,
Deadbeat,
Sarah Menescal,
The Mummies,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Max Romeo,
Magma,
This Heat,
Barrington Levy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fugs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Saccharine Trust,
Adolescents,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Toni Rubio,
John Foxx,
Dave Gahan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Das Ding,
Procol Harum,
Curtis Mayfield,
Harmonia,
Interpol,
Wire,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Busters,
Funky Four + One,
Camouflage,
Crooked Eye,
Negative Approach,
Fluxion,
The Zeros,
Glenn Branca,
Colin Newman,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Blackbyrds,
Marshall Jefferson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Zapp,
Bootsy Collins,
The Tremeloes,
Bob Dylan,
Minor Threat,
X-101,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Johnny Clarke,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gun Club,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alphaville,
Brand Nubian,
Davy DMX,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.