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 Moldova 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 8 Eyed Spy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
The Remains,
Symarip,
10cc,
The Golliwogs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Hood,
Half Japanese,
Warren Ellis,
Skriet,
Ituana,
Ohio Players,
Junior Murvin,
Matthew Bourne,
Arab on Radar,
Pierre Henry,
Iggy Pop,
Rakim,
The J.B.'s,
Procol Harum,
The Cure,
Country Teasers,
The Slits,
Davy DMX,
Chris & Cosey,
Archie Shepp,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minnie Riperton,
Joe Finger,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marmalade,
The Dirtbombs,
Funky Four + One,
Nick Fraelich,
Duran Duran,
Electric Prunes,
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Görl,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Silicon Teens,
Loose Ends,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pulsallama,
The Human League,
Trumans Water,
The Monks,
The Mojo Men,
Kayak,
The Busters,
Althea and Donna,
Donny Hathaway,
Wolf Eyes,
Ponytail,
Gang Gang Dance,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Severed Heads,
The Mummies,
Andrew Hill,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grey Daturas,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.