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 Italy and from Madrid.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Hoover to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Newcleus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Public Enemy,
Bob Dylan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Maurizio,
Sam Rivers,
Babytalk,
Circle Jerks,
Soft Machine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Simply Red,
Y Pants,
The Evens,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Byrd,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Christie,
Severed Heads,
Nas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scientists,
Stetsasonic,
Letta Mbulu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The United States of America,
K-Klass,
Susan Cadogan,
Main Source,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Modern Lovers,
cv313,
Ituana,
Sonny Sharrock,
Todd Rundgren,
Nico,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eurythmics,
Gregory Isaacs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yazoo,
Black Moon,
Khruangbin,
Theoretical Girls,
New York Dolls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Schoolly D,
Symarip,
Hardrive,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amon Düül,
Piero Umiliani,
Tim Buckley,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scion,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.