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 South Africa and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kinks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes 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 rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Seeds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terry Callier,
Josef K,
Barrington Levy,
Crash Course in Science,
The Wake,
Siglo XX,
Kaleidoscope,
Marine Girls,
Magazine,
the Slits,
Silicon Teens,
The Cure,
Alphaville,
the Human League,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Godley & Creme,
Neu!,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mo-Dettes,
Vainqueur,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nirvana,
Joy Division,
Bad Manners,
Vladislav Delay,
Boredoms,
Camouflage,
Theoretical Girls,
Joey Negro,
Byron Stingily,
Gregory Isaacs,
Interpol,
Scion,
Tim Buckley,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Blancmange,
Crispian St. Peters,
This Heat,
The Beau Brummels,
The American Breed,
The Durutti Column,
Sarah Menescal,
The Human League,
Marmalade,
Morten Harket,
The Mojo Men,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Altered Images,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jesper Dahlback,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.