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 Botswana 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 Tom Boy to the punk 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Tres Demented,
Wire,
The Standells,
Spoonie Gee,
The Moleskins,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gories,
Sun Ra,
Moebius,
Yaz,
Bill Near,
Shuggie Otis,
Depeche Mode,
The Birthday Party,
Frankie Knuckles,
Suicide,
The Slackers,
D'Angelo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pantytec,
Adolescents,
The Cure,
Lungfish,
In Retrospect,
Skarface,
The Modern Lovers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radiohead,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cheater Slicks,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Grass Roots,
Zero Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
Royal Trux,
Eurythmics,
Gang Starr,
X-102,
Grey Daturas,
the Human League,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pylon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jawbox,
Metal Thangz,
Crooked Eye,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Desert Stars,
Cecil Taylor,
Thompson Twins,
Pharoah Sanders,
These Immortal Souls,
The Leaves,
Rakim,
Quando Quango,
Tom Boy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hardrive,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.