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 Dominican Republic and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
The Skatalites,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Max Romeo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nico,
Delta 5,
Barbara Tucker,
Harmonia,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bootsy Collins,
Joey Negro,
Anakelly,
Lyres,
The Moleskins,
Scan 7,
Scrapy,
Excepter,
La Düsseldorf,
Q65,
The United States of America,
Danielle Patucci,
The Moody Blues,
Section 25,
Lungfish,
UT,
Ultra Naté,
F. McDonald,
X-101,
Royal Trux,
Visage,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Dead C,
Delon & Dalcan,
Freddie Wadling,
Toni Rubio,
Banda Bassotti,
The Invisible,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
D'Angelo,
Piero Umiliani,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Red Krayola,
DJ Style,
Jacques Brel,
Skriet,
Depeche Mode,
The Black Dice,
Albert Ayler,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Agent Orange,
The Associates,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rufus Thomas,
Organ,
Marvin Gaye,
Altered Images,
Throbbing Gristle,
Flash Fearless,
Rod Modell,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.