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 Latvia and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 harpsichord 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 Tomorrow to the crunk 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Skriet 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 electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Sister Nancy,
The Motions,
The Young Rascals,
Mandrill,
Ultravox,
David McCallum,
The Human League,
Robert Görl,
Althea and Donna,
Barrington Levy,
Robert Hood,
AZ,
Piero Umiliani,
Peter & Gordon,
Roxy Music,
the Normal,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Bananas,
Hoover,
T. Rex,
Radiohead,
Yusef Lateef,
Organ,
Trumans Water,
John Cale,
The Moody Blues,
R.M.O.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bill Near,
Kayak,
Intrusion,
Altered Images,
Charles Mingus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Shoche,
Depeche Mode,
Cameo,
Shuggie Otis,
the Germs,
Quando Quango,
The Red Krayola,
Sällskapet,
Electric Prunes,
Smog,
Laurel Aitken,
ABBA,
Wire,
Sixth Finger,
Alphaville,
Suburban Knight,
Gang Green,
The Pretty Things,
Crooked Eye,
The Birthday Party,
Wally Richardson,
David Bowie,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Christie,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lower 48,
Moby Grape,
Adolescents,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.