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 Liechtenstein and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Rites of Spring,
Howard Jones,
Freddie Wadling,
Quando Quango,
LL Cool J,
Von Mondo,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gories,
Blossom Toes,
Minny Pops,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soft Cell,
AZ,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scrapy,
Anakelly,
Icehouse,
Desert Stars,
The Gun Club,
Soul Sonic Force,
This Heat,
Yaz,
Sun City Girls,
Tomorrow,
Dark Day,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Simply Red,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Avey Tare,
Parry Music,
Echospace,
Smog,
Cymande,
Stereo Dub,
The Index,
Depeche Mode,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Faust,
Amazonics,
Marc Almond,
X-Ray Spex,
Rekid,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
H. Thieme,
David Axelrod,
Dennis Brown,
Metal Thangz,
Joe Finger,
Pylon,
a-ha,
X-102,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jerry's Kids,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roy Ayers,
Make Up,
The Selecter,
Aural Exciters,
World's Most,
Kurtis Blow,
Crooked Eye,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.