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 Marshall Islands 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 The Pop Group to the techno 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bill Near,
Kevin Saunderson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Modern Lovers,
Cymande,
New Age Steppers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nation of Ulysses,
Don Cherry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Moleskins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nirvana,
CMW,
The Divine Comedy,
Ice-T,
Bob Dylan,
Qualms,
The Trojans,
Average White Band,
Skriet,
Moebius,
Urselle,
Echospace,
Livin' Joy,
Underground Resistance,
Section 25,
Crime,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cluster,
Pagans,
The Smiths,
Public Enemy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeff Mills,
Godley & Creme,
Panda Bear,
Pierre Henry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Half Japanese,
Joy Division,
Anthony Braxton,
Rites of Spring,
MDC,
Suicide,
Black Flag,
Stiv Bators,
Mr. Review,
Soulsonic Force,
the Normal,
Prince Buster,
Erasure,
Funky Four + One,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.