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 Guyana and from Lille.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Laurel Aitken to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Goldenarms,
Kas Product,
Bill Near,
Wasted Youth,
Hot Snakes,
Malaria!,
Soft Cell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Severed Heads,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fuzztones,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Flag,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roxette,
Infiniti,
Inner City,
Little Man,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Görl,
Quadrant,
Section 25,
Sight & Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Al Stewart,
the Human League,
Sound Behaviour,
Flipper,
Supertramp,
Camberwell Now,
The Grass Roots,
Arab on Radar,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Wake,
Mantronix,
Terrestrial Tones,
X-101,
The Evens,
The Toasters,
Junior Murvin,
The Doors,
The Gladiators,
New Order,
Unwound,
Yusef Lateef,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
LL Cool J,
Pere Ubu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
ABBA,
Animal Collective,
Lightning Bolt,
Moss Icon,
Marvin Gaye,
Kenny Larkin,
Altered Images,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.