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 Comoros and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 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 Black Dice to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
F. McDonald,
Gastr Del Sol,
Prince Buster,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Technova,
The Doors,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cameo,
Jeff Mills,
Fugazi,
Blancmange,
Tres Demented,
Wolf Eyes,
Jacques Brel,
Fear,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marc Almond,
Black Moon,
Bronski Beat,
Slave,
Leonard Cohen,
Howard Jones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
In Retrospect,
OOIOO,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dave Gahan,
Grey Daturas,
Hoover,
The Barracudas,
Rites of Spring,
Joensuu 1685,
Harmonia,
Juan Atkins,
Neu!,
Infiniti,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tom Boy,
Ice-T,
The Vogues,
Cal Tjader,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Birthday Party,
The Monks,
The Buckinghams,
a-ha,
Agitation Free,
Nick Fraelich,
Barrington Levy,
Donald Byrd,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
AZ,
Television Personalities,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arab on Radar,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.