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 Poland and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lou Christie to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Funkadelic,
Pulsallama,
OOIOO,
Blossom Toes,
Colin Newman,
Deadbeat,
Kerri Chandler,
Bill Wells,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grey Daturas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Freddie Wadling,
Cecil Taylor,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun City Girls,
Ludus,
World's Most,
The Raincoats,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bluetip,
48th St. Collective,
Joey Negro,
Mission of Burma,
Metal Thangz,
Maurizio,
Marc Almond,
Rhythm & Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fad Gadget,
Rod Modell,
Sugar Minott,
Harmonia,
Simply Red,
Gang of Four,
Sight & Sound,
Television,
Lucky Dragons,
Subhumans,
The Velvet Underground,
Sex Pistols,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kas Product,
Eurythmics,
Gichy Dan,
Ponytail,
Ohio Players,
Royal Trux,
The Flesh Eaters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
X-102,
Ten City,
FM Einheit,
Bush Tetras,
Young Marble Giants,
Sixth Finger,
Audionom,
Lou Reed,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.