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 France and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Durutti Column to the punk 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Neon Judgement record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Skaos,
kango's stein massive,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kenny Larkin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Index,
the Association,
The Birthday Party,
Funkadelic,
Public Enemy,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Black Dice,
The Dirtbombs,
David Bowie,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tommy Roe,
Brick,
Camouflage,
Sarah Menescal,
Bush Tetras,
Mad Mike,
Unrelated Segments,
John Cale,
Cameo,
H. Thieme,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang Starr,
AZ,
Visage,
The Last Poets,
The Fugs,
Stiv Bators,
Lee Hazlewood,
Donald Byrd,
Ohio Players,
Joe Smooth,
Average White Band,
Hot Snakes,
Shuggie Otis,
Nick Fraelich,
Kaleidoscope,
Cecil Taylor,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Kinks,
ABC,
Amazonics,
Wire,
Black Pus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Buckinghams,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marmalade,
Ken Boothe,
Ice-T,
Bang On A Can,
Intrusion,
The Litter,
Maurizio,
Agitation Free,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.