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 Guinea-Bissau and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Leonard Cohen to the electroclash 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Sun Ra,
Franke,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nik Kershaw,
D'Angelo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Motorama,
Nation of Ulysses,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cabaret Voltaire,
cv313,
Eve St. Jones,
Fad Gadget,
Piero Umiliani,
Matthew Halsall,
Fela Kuti,
The Associates,
New Age Steppers,
Roy Ayers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Modern Lovers,
Magma,
Byron Stingily,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crime,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grauzone,
Harry Pussy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tomorrow,
The Cramps,
Tim Buckley,
Ronan,
Suburban Knight,
Soulsonic Force,
a-ha,
Symarip,
The Fuzztones,
Joe Smooth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tears for Fears,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barrington Levy,
Todd Terry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Siglo XX,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Inner City,
Funky Four + One,
Stiv Bators,
Stockholm Monsters,
Animal Collective,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Sherman,
Bush Tetras,
Rites of Spring,
Davy DMX,
Negative Approach,
Blancmange,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.