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 Kuwait and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Rod Modell to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
the Human League,
The Moleskins,
The Moody Blues,
Henry Cow,
Mantronix,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Sherman,
Bob Dylan,
Half Japanese,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fortunes,
Moss Icon,
Cameo,
The Slackers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Monochrome Set,
the Soft Cell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Patti Smith,
Sparks,
Shoche,
Infiniti,
Von Mondo,
Arab on Radar,
Max Romeo,
Vainqueur,
Aaron Thompson,
Faraquet,
ABC,
Loose Ends,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Duran Duran,
Joy Division,
The Flesh Eaters,
Accadde A,
Bauhaus,
Ken Boothe,
Kurtis Blow,
Quadrant,
Janne Schatter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yaz,
ABBA,
Tommy Roe,
Traffic Nightmare,
Model 500,
The Motions,
Zero Boys,
Byron Stingily,
Hashim,
Eric B and Rakim,
DJ Sneak,
Fifty Foot Hose,
CMW,
Joyce Sims,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
B.T. Express,
UT,
Man Parrish,
the Slits,
Little Man,
Jacques Brel,
Tomorrow,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.