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 Cambodia and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Hardrive to the dance 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
kango's stein massive,
Sällskapet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deadbeat,
Echospace,
Yazoo,
Monolake,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Monks,
Grauzone,
Icehouse,
Eurythmics,
Gichy Dan,
Funky Four + One,
Al Stewart,
The Barracudas,
The Trojans,
New Age Steppers,
Mars,
Clear Light,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The New Christs,
June of 44,
PIL,
David McCallum,
Mission of Burma,
the Association,
Royal Trux,
The Fall,
Cybotron,
The Sonics,
Moebius,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Raincoats,
Carl Craig,
Lungfish,
Sun Ra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Susan Cadogan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Residents,
Blossom Toes,
FM Einheit,
Erasure,
Tommy Roe,
June Days,
Aaron Thompson,
Talk Talk,
Arab on Radar,
Whodini,
Ice-T,
Eli Mardock,
The Mummies,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crash Course in Science,
John Coltrane,
The Victims,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jacques Brel,
Swell Maps,
Ultra Naté,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.