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 Gambia and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare 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 OOIOO to the rock 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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Grauzone,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fugazi,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Donny Hathaway,
Henry Cow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Chris & Cosey,
Charles Mingus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Hood,
X-101,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sandy B,
Brass Construction,
Crime,
New Age Steppers,
Bootsy Collins,
Bush Tetras,
FM Einheit,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dark Day,
Black Pus,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Erasure,
Pulsallama,
Con Funk Shun,
Soft Cell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mo-Dettes,
Malaria!,
The Barracudas,
Magma,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Whodini,
The Fire Engines,
Hasil Adkins,
Depeche Mode,
Funkadelic,
Eddi Front,
T.S.O.L.,
Tubeway Army,
Laurel Aitken,
Chris Corsano,
Technova,
Chrome,
The Pop Group,
the Sonics,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alison Limerick,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cowsills,
Circle Jerks,
Pierre Henry,
Rod Modell,
Cecil Taylor,
Anthony Braxton,
Andrew Hill,
Banda Bassotti,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.