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 Maldives and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Oneida to the dance 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Carl Craig,
Cybotron,
Make Up,
Peter & Gordon,
La Düsseldorf,
Eric B and Rakim,
Michelle Simonal,
The Count Five,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Robert Wyatt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lyres,
Scratch Acid,
The Shadows of Knight,
Loose Ends,
Andrew Hill,
Franke,
New Order,
Henry Cow,
The Zeros,
Crash Course in Science,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Clear Light,
Jerry Gold Smith,
A Certain Ratio,
Newcleus,
Bauhaus,
Eve St. Jones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wasted Youth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Monks,
Cymande,
Scientists,
the Swans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Maurizio,
Glenn Branca,
The Mummies,
Johnny Osbourne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barbara Tucker,
Minny Pops,
Byron Stingily,
Pierre Henry,
The Alarm Clocks,
K-Klass,
Charles Mingus,
Khruangbin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Freddie Wadling,
Shoche,
Morten Harket,
The Doors,
Juan Atkins,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.