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 Yemen and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Soft Cell to the grunge 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Bronski Beat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Wake,
Silicon Teens,
Quando Quango,
Crispy Ambulance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barrington Levy,
The Martian,
Robert Wyatt,
Alice Coltrane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Malaria!,
Circle Jerks,
The Grass Roots,
Rapeman,
Magazine,
Black Bananas,
Rotary Connection,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Standells,
Soulsonic Force,
Roy Ayers,
Todd Rundgren,
Mr. Review,
Kerri Chandler,
Sonic Youth,
The Move,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Human League,
kango's stein massive,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Negative Approach,
Hashim,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Coltrane,
Max Romeo,
EPMD,
The Doors,
David McCallum,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Normal,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Con Funk Shun,
The Sonics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Liliput,
Hoover,
Letta Mbulu,
The Stooges,
The Searchers,
John Foxx,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Frankie Knuckles,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding 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.