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 Senegal and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Neu! to the dance 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Procol Harum,
Moss Icon,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed,
Aaron Thompson,
Scott Walker,
The Seeds,
Hot Snakes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Anakelly,
the Bar-Kays,
Matthew Bourne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bill Wells,
Average White Band,
John Foxx,
The United States of America,
Icehouse,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Sheep,
The Tremeloes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brothers Johnson,
Swell Maps,
Sällskapet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stetsasonic,
Fear,
Negative Approach,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tom Boy,
Michelle Simonal,
Erasure,
Bobby Womack,
Gabor Szabo,
Los Fastidios,
Monolake,
Chris Corsano,
Pagans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Matthew Halsall,
Drive Like Jehu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Junior Murvin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sugar Minott,
Circle Jerks,
Rod Modell,
Lou Christie,
Susan Cadogan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Public Enemy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.