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 Norway and from Lyon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Graham Central Station to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '60s 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 Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
John Lydon,
Masters at Work,
Gang Starr,
Minutemen,
Ludus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Man Parrish,
Tim Buckley,
Royal Trux,
China Crisis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Reagan Youth,
Terry Callier,
Absolute Body Control,
Iggy Pop,
Aswad,
Scott Walker,
The Sonics,
DJ Style,
The Dirtbombs,
Eddi Front,
Michelle Simonal,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Juan Atkins,
Janne Schatter,
The Names,
The Knickerbockers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sixth Finger,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Monochrome Set,
Eve St. Jones,
Amazonics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cheater Slicks,
Skaos,
a-ha,
Joensuu 1685,
The Offenders,
Cecil Taylor,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tom Boy,
Faraquet,
Jacob Miller,
Roy Ayers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Con Funk Shun,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Colin Newman,
Simply Red,
The Slackers,
Von Mondo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gil Scott Heron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.