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 Mozambique and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare 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 Howard Jones to the crunk 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Stiv Bators,
The Pop Group,
A Certain Ratio,
the Human League,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hashim,
Maurizio,
Gang of Four,
Ken Boothe,
Simply Red,
The Mummies,
Frankie Knuckles,
Reagan Youth,
Television,
Zapp,
Wings,
Tomorrow,
Oblivians,
Derrick Morgan,
Freddie Wadling,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
The Monks,
The Toasters,
Sight & Sound,
R.M.O.,
Scrapy,
Funkadelic,
Von Mondo,
John Holt,
Y Pants,
Piero Umiliani,
David Bowie,
The Cowsills,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aaron Thompson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mars,
Jeff Mills,
Roxette,
Lungfish,
Steve Hackett,
Alison Limerick,
Erykah Badu,
Joey Negro,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Bar-Kays,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Magma,
The Victims,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Womack,
Sexual Harrassment,
Todd Terry,
Lightning Bolt,
The Music Machine,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.