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 Thailand and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kayak to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Zapp,
Terrestrial Tones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Charles Mingus,
Adolescents,
Fugazi,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
New Age Steppers,
Popol Vuh,
L. Decosne,
Chris Corsano,
Aloha Tigers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Darondo,
48th St. Collective,
Gastr Del Sol,
Todd Rundgren,
The Monochrome Set,
Bootsy Collins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wally Richardson,
The Litter,
the Normal,
Alice Coltrane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cluster,
The Angels of Light,
Max Romeo,
Minnie Riperton,
Theoretical Girls,
Heaven 17,
The Stooges,
The Mummies,
Don Cherry,
Royal Trux,
Scratch Acid,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Whodini,
Yellowson,
Jeff Lynne,
Das Ding,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scan 7,
The Fall,
The Durutti Column,
Eric Copeland,
Marmalade,
Jeff Mills,
Duran Duran,
Ronan,
The Skatalites,
Dead Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Big Daddy Kane,
Glenn Branca,
Minor Threat,
Soft Cell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.