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 Kuwait and from Edmonton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Barracudas to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Amon Düül,
Wolf Eyes,
Ossler,
Skriet,
Gichy Dan,
Minor Threat,
Max Romeo,
Fat Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cybotron,
The Fugs,
The Black Dice,
The Motions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Leonard Cohen,
the Bar-Kays,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stockholm Monsters,
Masters at Work,
Minny Pops,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scratch Acid,
Pussy Galore,
Clear Light,
David Axelrod,
China Crisis,
The Five Americans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marc Almond,
The United States of America,
Andrew Hill,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dave Gahan,
cv313,
The Victims,
Scott Walker,
The Stooges,
Glenn Branca,
Bang On A Can,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Symarip,
X-101,
Accadde A,
Nils Olav,
LL Cool J,
Ludus,
Swans,
Mantronix,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nirvana,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gap Band,
The Move,
Young Marble Giants,
Neu!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roy Ayers,
Rites of Spring,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.