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 Thailand and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Buzzcocks,
Joey Negro,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lyres,
Al Stewart,
Con Funk Shun,
Nik Kershaw,
Lalann,
Tommy Roe,
Soul II Soul,
the Soft Cell,
Jeff Lynne,
Stetsasonic,
Urselle,
Lou Reed,
Gang Green,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Techniques,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
EPMD,
Slick Rick,
Hot Snakes,
The Toasters,
Chrome,
Crispian St. Peters,
Qualms,
A Certain Ratio,
Vladislav Delay,
Cecil Taylor,
The Martian,
Grandmaster Flash,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Sheep,
Nas,
Crash Course in Science,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Circle Jerks,
Sparks,
Rakim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
Agent Orange,
Wolf Eyes,
Erykah Badu,
Infiniti,
Heaven 17,
Wings,
Letta Mbulu,
The Zeros,
The Busters,
David McCallum,
New Age Steppers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soulsonic Force,
Mars,
the Bar-Kays,
Mandrill,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.