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 Liechtenstein and from Philadelphia.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 David Bowie 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 Pet Shop Boys to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band 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?
Banda Bassotti,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gap Band,
Aswad,
Juan Atkins,
Toni Rubio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Names,
Maurizio,
Fad Gadget,
KRS-One,
The Human League,
Pylon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Moby Grape,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rufus Thomas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Outsiders,
Chris & Cosey,
Massinfluence,
Smog,
8 Eyed Spy,
Isaac Hayes,
Liliput,
Throbbing Gristle,
DNA,
Duran Duran,
Jerry's Kids,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Association,
Ossler,
Dave Gahan,
Kerri Chandler,
DJ Sneak,
DJ Style,
Silicon Teens,
The Offenders,
Erasure,
Angry Samoans,
The Dirtbombs,
The Grass Roots,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wolf Eyes,
Reuben Wilson,
The Electric Prunes,
Dual Sessions,
The Gladiators,
Johnny Clarke,
Flipper,
Sonic Youth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jeff Mills,
Radio Birdman,
The Gun Club,
Bluetip,
Eve St. Jones,
Dawn Penn,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.