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 Spain and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Q65 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Essential Logic,
Mo-Dettes,
The Red Krayola,
Wasted Youth,
the Germs,
Siglo XX,
The Slackers,
Mr. Review,
Davy DMX,
Marc Almond,
Sugar Minott,
The Saints,
Joe Finger,
The Associates,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cramps,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minor Threat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Mummies,
Slave,
Lindisfarne,
Fugazi,
Intrusion,
Pylon,
Section 25,
Television Personalities,
The Grass Roots,
Ralphi Rosario,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Standells,
Peter and Kerry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fire Engines,
The Offenders,
The Stooges,
10cc,
Ice-T,
Albert Ayler,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Victims,
Mission of Burma,
Sun City Girls,
Jacob Miller,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Simply Red,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Monks,
Bang On A Can,
Fear,
In Retrospect,
Michelle Simonal,
Young Marble Giants,
Sexual Harrassment,
Al Stewart,
Alice Coltrane,
Rites of Spring,
Wings,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mantronix,
Quantec,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.