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 Tanzania and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Crash Course in Science,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Index,
Ludus,
The Gories,
Stiv Bators,
The Tremeloes,
Essential Logic,
Freddie Wadling,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Can,
Howard Jones,
The Angels of Light,
The Toasters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soulsonic Force,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Radiopuhelimet,
Erasure,
AZ,
The Residents,
The Kinks,
MC5,
Grey Daturas,
Desert Stars,
Lee Hazlewood,
Funky Four + One,
Radio Birdman,
Royal Trux,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Sonics,
The Techniques,
Joe Finger,
Banda Bassotti,
Faraquet,
T. Rex,
Bronski Beat,
Magma,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Names,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Johnny Clarke,
Adolescents,
Neu!,
Marine Girls,
The Gun Club,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Star Department,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Hood,
Colin Newman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The New Christs,
Mad Mike,
New Age Steppers,
Scion,
The Sonics,
Toni Rubio,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.