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 Azerbaijan and from Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Swans to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Pet Shop Boys,
Animal Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Zeros,
Gichy Dan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rod Modell,
The Evens,
Tommy Roe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Tremeloes,
The Human League,
Rekid,
Mission of Burma,
Tropical Tobacco,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Real Kids,
New Age Steppers,
Stiv Bators,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ornette Coleman,
Easy Going,
Maleditus Sound,
Moss Icon,
Roy Ayers,
Parry Music,
Bauhaus,
Gong,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric B and Rakim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultravox,
Aloha Tigers,
Avey Tare,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
David Bowie,
Main Source,
The Gladiators,
The Kinks,
Leonard Cohen,
Make Up,
Newcleus,
Organ,
Wasted Youth,
Sandy B,
Adolescents,
Black Flag,
Iggy Pop,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
H. Thieme,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
D'Angelo,
Tears for Fears,
Clear Light,
The J.B.'s,
Wings,
Crooked Eye,
The Cowsills,
The Offenders,
Grauzone,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.