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 Antigua and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Flash Fearless to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
The Smiths,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soul II Soul,
The Cowsills,
Audionom,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Country Teasers,
Angry Samoans,
Altered Images,
Al Stewart,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gladiators,
Pussy Galore,
David Bowie,
Rosa Yemen,
The Slackers,
Chris Corsano,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gichy Dan,
Symarip,
Quantec,
48th St. Collective,
Vladislav Delay,
Drexciya,
Funky Four + One,
Rotary Connection,
Electric Prunes,
Sällskapet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bob Dylan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Sherman,
Jandek,
Lebanon Hanover,
Desert Stars,
Boredoms,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Motions,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thompson Twins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Echospace,
Joyce Sims,
Quando Quango,
Alison Limerick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Victims,
Chrome,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cramps,
Crooked Eye,
DNA,
Procol Harum,
Soul Sonic Force,
Slave,
Oblivians,
Harmonia,
Tears for Fears,
June Days,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.