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 Sudan and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe 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 Blues Magoos to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wally Richardson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moebius,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Moody Blues,
These Immortal Souls,
Erasure,
Jeru the Damaja,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sight & Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Prince Buster,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Pus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ken Boothe,
Yusef Lateef,
Sex Pistols,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sonic Youth,
Alton Ellis,
Whodini,
Sam Rivers,
Ludus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Technova,
MDC,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Human League,
Avey Tare,
Terry Callier,
Von Mondo,
In Retrospect,
Gabor Szabo,
Fear,
Essential Logic,
The Vogues,
Average White Band,
Ten City,
Fluxion,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultravox,
Banda Bassotti,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Byrd,
The Mojo Men,
The Flesh Eaters,
L. Decosne,
Camberwell Now,
Bush Tetras,
The Victims,
Brick,
Qualms,
The Gap Band,
The Toasters,
Faraquet,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.