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 Czech Republic and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 U.S. Maple to the funk 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Liliput,
Chrome,
Alison Limerick,
the Normal,
Blossom Toes,
Sun Ra,
E-Dancer,
Fat Boys,
Pantaleimon,
The Modern Lovers,
Glenn Branca,
Echospace,
FM Einheit,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Stooges,
Goldenarms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Grass Roots,
Desert Stars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nick Fraelich,
Camberwell Now,
The New Christs,
Zero Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
Steve Hackett,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Chris & Cosey,
Andrew Hill,
Lakeside,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Buckinghams,
Ronnie Foster,
The Knickerbockers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ice-T,
L. Decosne,
Ultravox,
David McCallum,
Roy Ayers,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cramps,
Slick Rick,
X-Ray Spex,
Radiohead,
Heaven 17,
Sonny Sharrock,
Youth Brigade,
the Human League,
Black Moon,
Jerry's Kids,
Hot Snakes,
Camouflage,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alice Coltrane,
The Dead C,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Pretty Things,
Depeche Mode,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.