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 Philippines and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 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 CMW to the jazz 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
The Velvet Underground,
the Slits,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sandy B,
MDC,
Mission of Burma,
Panda Bear,
Ken Boothe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Reagan Youth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Susan Cadogan,
Lyres,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Sherman,
Spandau Ballet,
The Knickerbockers,
Mad Mike,
Pet Shop Boys,
Khruangbin,
Echospace,
The Motions,
Altered Images,
Reuben Wilson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mummies,
Metal Thangz,
Eurythmics,
Cybotron,
Soft Cell,
The Searchers,
Lower 48,
Pole,
Jimmy McGriff,
Frankie Knuckles,
Amazonics,
cv313,
Junior Murvin,
Bob Dylan,
Judy Mowatt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Au Pairs,
X-Ray Spex,
The New Christs,
Freddie Wadling,
Hashim,
Intrusion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Michelle Simonal,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
48th St. Collective,
Maleditus Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Von Mondo,
the Swans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.