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 Ghana and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Technova to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Jerry's Kids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jeff Mills,
Public Enemy,
Faraquet,
June Days,
Wolf Eyes,
Archie Shepp,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cheater Slicks,
The Misunderstood,
Angry Samoans,
Eurythmics,
The Velvet Underground,
Parry Music,
Ultravox,
Bauhaus,
Kerri Chandler,
Hot Snakes,
Tubeway Army,
ABBA,
Isaac Hayes,
Pierre Henry,
Motorama,
New Age Steppers,
Sixth Finger,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minor Threat,
The Toasters,
Fela Kuti,
Barrington Levy,
The Leaves,
Reagan Youth,
Shuggie Otis,
Janne Schatter,
Bluetip,
Zero Boys,
Pulsallama,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cowsills,
Piero Umiliani,
Marmalade,
Rod Modell,
Crash Course in Science,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-101,
The Pretty Things,
The Dave Clark Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Foxx,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fat Boys,
Warren Ellis,
The Doors,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Associates,
The American Breed,
The Invisible,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.