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 Finland and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Guru Guru to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Monks,
Buzzcocks,
Bush Tetras,
The Angels of Light,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bootsy Collins,
Surgeon,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Con Funk Shun,
The Buckinghams,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alison Limerick,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pantytec,
Essential Logic,
U.S. Maple,
Mr. Review,
Crispy Ambulance,
One Last Wish,
Stereo Dub,
Skarface,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Busters,
The Black Dice,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Sonics,
Cybotron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Motions,
Livin' Joy,
Amazonics,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jawbox,
Royal Trux,
Echospace,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joy Division,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Erasure,
K-Klass,
The Zeros,
Boredoms,
Nas,
Arthur Verocai,
The J.B.'s,
The Neon Judgement,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gun Club,
Grauzone,
The Misunderstood,
EPMD,
Drive Like Jehu,
Magma,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.