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 Gambia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 Basic Channel to the crunk 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Robert Hood,
Crispy Ambulance,
Section 25,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Slits,
Bang On A Can,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Doors,
Mad Mike,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Reuben Wilson,
Tubeway Army,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
X-102,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Evens,
Massinfluence,
Soft Machine,
Con Funk Shun,
Jeff Lynne,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Womack,
Porter Ricks,
The Tremeloes,
Donny Hathaway,
Morten Harket,
Nirvana,
Erasure,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Kinks,
The Count Five,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Intrusion,
Skarface,
The Vogues,
Pet Shop Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amon Düül,
Aaron Thompson,
F. McDonald,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Absolute Body Control,
Sparks,
The Knickerbockers,
Leonard Cohen,
Minutemen,
The Black Dice,
The Walker Brothers,
Tom Boy,
Buzzcocks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rod Modell,
Althea and Donna,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.