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 Ukraine and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Selecter to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Pagans,
Bad Manners,
Deakin,
Aaron Thompson,
Agent Orange,
Michelle Simonal,
Pussy Galore,
Surgeon,
Chris Corsano,
KRS-One,
F. McDonald,
Average White Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Intrusion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Drive Like Jehu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Steve Hackett,
Albert Ayler,
Colin Newman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Smoke,
The Wake,
Crispy Ambulance,
The American Breed,
The Electric Prunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Adolescents,
The Invisible,
Ponytail,
Dual Sessions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
This Heat,
The Mojo Men,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Organ,
Anthony Braxton,
Stockholm Monsters,
Outsiders,
AZ,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Residents,
Pulsallama,
Electric Prunes,
Simply Red,
Tropical Tobacco,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Leonard Cohen,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joe Smooth,
Marmalade,
Soft Cell,
Bootsy Collins,
Mission of Burma,
Eurythmics,
X-102,
Agitation Free,
Bush Tetras,
Stetsasonic,
X-101,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.