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 Slovenia 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 the Sonics to the disco 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
The Residents,
Supertramp,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Visage,
Rotary Connection,
Negative Approach,
Robert Hood,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scientists,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bush Tetras,
Theoretical Girls,
Easy Going,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fugs,
Deepchord,
Tears for Fears,
Tommy Roe,
Eric B and Rakim,
Vainqueur,
Dave Gahan,
Unrelated Segments,
MC5,
John Cale,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sixth Finger,
JFA,
Chris & Cosey,
Moby Grape,
Amazonics,
China Crisis,
Brick,
Soft Machine,
Mo-Dettes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Byron Stingily,
Country Teasers,
Cameo,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultimate Spinach,
PIL,
The Slits,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scratch Acid,
Althea and Donna,
The Victims,
Chrome,
The Moleskins,
The Tremeloes,
Aswad,
Jeff Mills,
Funky Four + One,
Minny Pops,
Dennis Brown,
The Pretty Things,
Morten Harket,
Throbbing Gristle,
Popol Vuh,
Stiv Bators,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.