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 Burkina and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator 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 Inner City to the grime 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
The Walker Brothers,
Ornette Coleman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Agitation Free,
Tears for Fears,
Fela Kuti,
The Victims,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Outsiders,
ABBA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Livin' Joy,
Nico,
Gil Scott Heron,
Schoolly D,
Charles Mingus,
Don Cherry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Circle Jerks,
The Velvet Underground,
Tres Demented,
Neu!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Angry Samoans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Accadde A,
The Moody Blues,
Pharoah Sanders,
R.M.O.,
Average White Band,
KRS-One,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joensuu 1685,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Martian,
Gang of Four,
New York Dolls,
PIL,
The Golliwogs,
Whodini,
Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kenny Larkin,
Minutemen,
Eden Ahbez,
Rapeman,
Kayak,
Flamin' Groovies,
Q65,
Suburban Knight,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pole,
Jerry's Kids,
Sound Behaviour,
Joey Negro,
The Smiths,
Fluxion,
Altered Images,
The Durutti Column,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.