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 Burkina 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 The Invisible to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
The Associates,
Saccharine Trust,
Royal Trux,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Angry Samoans,
Section 25,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
EPMD,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Janne Schatter,
ABBA,
Rufus Thomas,
cv313,
Niagra,
The Happenings,
The Moleskins,
The Remains,
Symarip,
Desert Stars,
Whodini,
The Divine Comedy,
Grey Daturas,
Sonic Youth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Negative Approach,
The Stooges,
Sandy B,
DJ Sneak,
Tommy Roe,
David Axelrod,
The Victims,
Main Source,
Panda Bear,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fad Gadget,
PIL,
Joy Division,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skriet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Essential Logic,
Peter and Kerry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rakim,
Dorothy Ashby,
Colin Newman,
Yazoo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ronan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Letta Mbulu,
The Litter,
The Wake,
Magazine,
FM Einheit,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Unwound,
Tim Buckley,
The Pop Group,
UT,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.