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 Colombia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 Edmonton and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet 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 Bronski Beat to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Radio Birdman,
Chris & Cosey,
Alison Limerick,
Brick,
John Cale,
ABBA,
Steve Hackett,
Hasil Adkins,
The Misunderstood,
Roxy Music,
Cheater Slicks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pussy Galore,
Girls At Our Best!,
Zapp,
Ossler,
the Bar-Kays,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dennis Brown,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Main Source,
Malaria!,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yazoo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fad Gadget,
Duran Duran,
The Sound,
Khruangbin,
Graham Central Station,
Gang of Four,
Stiv Bators,
Unwound,
Ornette Coleman,
Davy DMX,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sixth Finger,
Jeff Lynne,
Vainqueur,
The Tremeloes,
Parry Music,
Groovy Waters,
Saccharine Trust,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
Isaac Hayes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Q and Not U,
Rotary Connection,
Sight & Sound,
The Skatalites,
Lucky Dragons,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
D'Angelo,
CMW,
Bill Near,
The Slits,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.