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 Kiribati and from Copenhagen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Bobby Byrd,
Loose Ends,
Kevin Saunderson,
Suicide,
The Slackers,
Technova,
Bill Wells,
Shoche,
Slave,
Sun City Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Hashim,
Lakeside,
Lower 48,
Skaos,
Unwound,
Ronan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ronnie Foster,
Vainqueur,
Maurizio,
Electric Prunes,
Eric Copeland,
Minutemen,
The Monks,
Matthew Halsall,
ABC,
KRS-One,
Model 500,
the Human League,
Godley & Creme,
The Doobie Brothers,
Drexciya,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Junior Murvin,
Roy Ayers,
The Seeds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Erasure,
Thee Headcoats,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alphaville,
Sandy B,
The Blackbyrds,
Charles Mingus,
H. Thieme,
Lalann,
Pantaleimon,
Sun Ra,
Iggy Pop,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Sherman,
Motorama,
The Saints,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Pus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Neil Young,
Al Stewart,
Ten City,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.