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 Djibouti and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Tres Demented,
Camouflage,
Liliput,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
CMW,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Janne Schatter,
Charles Mingus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Infiniti,
The Young Rascals,
The Golliwogs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Germs,
Roxy Music,
Deadbeat,
Jacob Miller,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tubeway Army,
Robert Hood,
Television,
Hardrive,
The Victims,
David Axelrod,
X-102,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crispian St. Peters,
Smog,
Sister Nancy,
Matthew Halsall,
Ornette Coleman,
The Stooges,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Count Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang Green,
Minor Threat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
MC5,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Reed,
Procol Harum,
John Cale,
Kerrie Biddell,
New Order,
the Slits,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Depeche Mode,
FM Einheit,
Slick Rick,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Reagan Youth,
Franke,
Urselle,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Foxx,
The Litter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.