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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Tehran.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the dance 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Schoolly D,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Associates,
In Retrospect,
Dual Sessions,
T. Rex,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultra Naté,
The Happenings,
Tom Boy,
The Count Five,
Pantaleimon,
Eurythmics,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Byrd,
Kas Product,
Suicide,
Kurtis Blow,
Supertramp,
Adolescents,
Theoretical Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
kango's stein massive,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Real Kids,
the Normal,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Toni Rubio,
F. McDonald,
Rapeman,
Terry Callier,
Rhythm & Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Sherman,
The Golliwogs,
The Standells,
The Fuzztones,
The Invisible,
Procol Harum,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Organ,
Little Man,
Public Enemy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Blancmange,
The Motions,
Althea and Donna,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Andrew Hill,
The Blues Magoos,
the Bar-Kays,
Jeff Mills,
The Tremeloes,
Circle Jerks,
John Foxx,
the Sonics,
MDC,
Spandau Ballet,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.