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 Mongolia and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Barry Ungar to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Fluxion,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Morten Harket,
Hashim,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dual Sessions,
Y Pants,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joey Negro,
Wire,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Golliwogs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Von Mondo,
John Foxx,
Niagra,
Amon Düül,
Bronski Beat,
Severed Heads,
Alton Ellis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Neon Judgement,
Ossler,
Eric B and Rakim,
Magazine,
Faust,
The Misunderstood,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Organ,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soulsonic Force,
Quadrant,
New Order,
Sam Rivers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ituana,
Glenn Branca,
Ohio Players,
Cluster,
Suburban Knight,
The Monks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jacob Miller,
Yazoo,
Scrapy,
Hoover,
Jandek,
OOIOO,
The Star Department,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
L. Decosne,
Franke,
Terry Callier,
Ten City,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Smog,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.