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 Kiribati and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare 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 Black Bananas to the rap 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soft Cell,
The Skatalites,
The Standells,
The Golliwogs,
Boredoms,
The Fire Engines,
Gang Green,
Davy DMX,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vladislav Delay,
Fugazi,
John Foxx,
Jawbox,
Parry Music,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lindisfarne,
Tim Buckley,
Nico,
Roxy Music,
Letta Mbulu,
The Red Krayola,
Rod Modell,
The Grass Roots,
Sex Pistols,
Black Moon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joe Smooth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Quadrant,
Depeche Mode,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camberwell Now,
The Modern Lovers,
Chris & Cosey,
Massinfluence,
Matthew Bourne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Little Man,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yazoo,
The Cowsills,
the Sonics,
The United States of America,
ABC,
Ossler,
Joe Finger,
Laurel Aitken,
Max Romeo,
Severed Heads,
Todd Rundgren,
Gabor Szabo,
Eddi Front,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marmalade,
The Misunderstood,
The Barracudas,
Pussy Galore,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Searchers,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.