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 Norway 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Q and Not U to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
The Selecter,
Pulsallama,
Marshall Jefferson,
Country Teasers,
Man Parrish,
Ken Boothe,
Graham Central Station,
Moby Grape,
Barrington Levy,
Arcadia,
Black Moon,
Severed Heads,
Tomorrow,
The Kinks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Los Fastidios,
The Raincoats,
Boredoms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
EPMD,
Gang Starr,
Arab on Radar,
Matthew Halsall,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wire,
Pierre Henry,
Accadde A,
MC5,
Whodini,
Pole,
Shuggie Otis,
The Names,
Lindisfarne,
Yazoo,
Bobby Byrd,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Underground Resistance,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brick,
Soulsonic Force,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
F. McDonald,
Charles Mingus,
H. Thieme,
The Young Rascals,
Kaleidoscope,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sister Nancy,
Fad Gadget,
Fela Kuti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stiv Bators,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Young Marble Giants,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bluetip,
Television,
Slave,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.