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 St Lucia and from Columbus.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Five Americans to the crunk 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Niagra,
Sun City Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Bananas,
Wire,
Royal Trux,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Zapp,
David McCallum,
KRS-One,
Glenn Branca,
Lalann,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Golliwogs,
The Grass Roots,
Mr. Review,
Section 25,
Gong,
Vainqueur,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
Brothers Johnson,
the Normal,
Ultravox,
The Dave Clark Five,
AZ,
Bauhaus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dark Day,
Buzzcocks,
Pulsallama,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Evens,
Soft Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
CMW,
Jerry's Kids,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scion,
The Leaves,
Fad Gadget,
Derrick May,
Young Marble Giants,
Japan,
Warren Ellis,
Black Moon,
Grey Daturas,
Audionom,
Thompson Twins,
Babytalk,
Roxette,
Howard Jones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Zeros,
Television,
June of 44,
Con Funk Shun,
Absolute Body Control,
Dennis Brown,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.