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 Colombia 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Fad Gadget to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
The Skatalites,
the Soft Cell,
Moby Grape,
Japan,
The Monochrome Set,
H. Thieme,
Scion,
Dead Boys,
The Moody Blues,
The Gories,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rod Modell,
Groovy Waters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Make Up,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marc Almond,
Soul II Soul,
The Zeros,
Mandrill,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Chrome,
Mary Jane Girls,
Quantec,
Stiv Bators,
Icehouse,
Stetsasonic,
Chris Corsano,
The Saints,
Piero Umiliani,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Invisible,
Organ,
DNA,
Jawbox,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ituana,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Dead C,
Ponytail,
The Human League,
Gabor Szabo,
The Sound,
Lou Reed,
Spoonie Gee,
Boogie Down Productions,
X-Ray Spex,
Al Stewart,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pylon,
Q65,
Sarah Menescal,
Fela Kuti,
Wire,
Ludus,
Connie Case,
Basic Channel,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.