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 Iran and from London.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Grey Daturas to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Gregory Isaacs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Holt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tubeway Army,
The Raincoats,
The Toasters,
Sun City Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Red Krayola,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gerry Rafferty,
This Heat,
Quantec,
Aswad,
Harpers Bizarre,
Make Up,
The Searchers,
Blancmange,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ralphi Rosario,
World's Most,
the Swans,
Spandau Ballet,
Tom Boy,
The Selecter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minutemen,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ken Boothe,
Matthew Halsall,
Jacob Miller,
Skaos,
Rod Modell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rufus Thomas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Q65,
Bauhaus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Slits,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Human League,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lakeside,
Bill Wells,
Underground Resistance,
Jesper Dahlback,
La Düsseldorf,
The Human League,
New York Dolls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Smoke,
Donald Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Agent Orange,
Sarah Menescal,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.