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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
The Doors,
Pole,
Popol Vuh,
Bob Dylan,
Rekid,
Malaria!,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Womack,
Bang On A Can,
Sun Ra,
Schoolly D,
PIL,
Lou Christie,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Remains,
The Mojo Men,
Toni Rubio,
Sex Pistols,
Cecil Taylor,
The Offenders,
Fad Gadget,
Oblivians,
Moss Icon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Silicon Teens,
Robert Wyatt,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Heaven 17,
The Gun Club,
Technova,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Skatalites,
New Age Steppers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Q65,
Siglo XX,
Don Cherry,
MDC,
Morten Harket,
The New Christs,
Fatback Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Maleditus Sound,
The Sound,
Lyres,
Bauhaus,
Newcleus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Supertramp,
Althea and Donna,
The Human League,
Avey Tare,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Danielle Patucci,
The Tremeloes,
The Knickerbockers,
Minor Threat,
The Monochrome Set,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
James White and The Blacks,
Porter Ricks,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.