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 Zambia and from Milan.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Durutti Column to the punk 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a marimba 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 organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
The Gap Band,
Aural Exciters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sun City Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Brothers Johnson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neil Young,
The Beau Brummels,
The Invisible,
Grauzone,
The Fortunes,
Blossom Toes,
T. Rex,
Connie Case,
Lou Christie,
Excepter,
Lindisfarne,
Q65,
Sight & Sound,
Rakim,
The Velvet Underground,
Harry Pussy,
Pet Shop Boys,
10cc,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Simply Red,
Camouflage,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Basic Channel,
L. Decosne,
The Move,
Wasted Youth,
Television,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
In Retrospect,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pierre Henry,
Eden Ahbez,
PIL,
the Soft Cell,
The Toasters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cluster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Silicon Teens,
Main Source,
Subhumans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Max Romeo,
Michelle Simonal,
Dawn Penn,
Swell Maps,
Brick,
Zapp,
Barry Ungar,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.