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 Rwanda and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Scott Walker to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Unwound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Names,
Scott Walker,
The Evens,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Busters,
Junior Murvin,
KRS-One,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joe Smooth,
Tubeway Army,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Christie,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cymande,
Frankie Knuckles,
La Düsseldorf,
Model 500,
Ken Boothe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Pretty Things,
Urselle,
The Buckinghams,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Harmonia,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sam Rivers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sugar Minott,
Donald Byrd,
Aaron Thompson,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Barracudas,
Faraquet,
Minor Threat,
Pulsallama,
Vainqueur,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rekid,
Kerrie Biddell,
Heaven 17,
Faust,
Alphaville,
Erykah Badu,
Zapp,
Make Up,
Radiohead,
Robert Hood,
Matthew Bourne,
New Order,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jesper Dahlback,
Neu!,
Rosa Yemen,
LL Cool J,
The Grass Roots,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.