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 Vanuatu and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Smiths to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Bar-Kays,
U.S. Maple,
The Raincoats,
Janne Schatter,
Wire,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cure,
Junior Murvin,
Duran Duran,
Sixth Finger,
Eric Copeland,
Fluxion,
Michelle Simonal,
Scion,
Interpol,
Black Pus,
Skarface,
Suicide,
A Certain Ratio,
The Pop Group,
Siglo XX,
Cal Tjader,
Agitation Free,
Big Daddy Kane,
Supertramp,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Remains,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bluetip,
Con Funk Shun,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rod Modell,
The New Christs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eve St. Jones,
The Zeros,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flamin' Groovies,
Depeche Mode,
D'Angelo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Agent Orange,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Monks,
Bill Wells,
New York Dolls,
Lyres,
Mr. Review,
The Gap Band,
X-102,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sonic Youth,
Arcadia,
Scott Walker,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Blake Baxter,
Aswad,
Fat Boys,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.