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 Moldova and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 MDC to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Simply Red,
The Angels of Light,
Icehouse,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tommy Roe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ronan,
Chrome,
Bronski Beat,
Brick,
CMW,
Fluxion,
Silicon Teens,
Deepchord,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Spoonie Gee,
Kas Product,
T. Rex,
Mo-Dettes,
The Mojo Men,
Public Image Ltd.,
JFA,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Masters at Work,
Brothers Johnson,
The Stooges,
Ituana,
Wings,
Eden Ahbez,
a-ha,
Junior Murvin,
Suicide,
Marine Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Maurizio,
Pulsallama,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lalann,
Iggy Pop,
Hashim,
Isaac Hayes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Pop Group,
Bobbi Humphrey,
PIL,
Eric Copeland,
The Real Kids,
Index,
The Black Dice,
Duran Duran,
Franke,
Scientists,
MDC,
The Music Machine,
Lungfish,
The Cowsills,
Glenn Branca,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.