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 Mozambique and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Joensuu 1685 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Sandy B,
Barbara Tucker,
Buzzcocks,
Circle Jerks,
The Human League,
Fatback Band,
Khruangbin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kaleidoscope,
Steve Hackett,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wings,
Henry Cow,
Accadde A,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Negative Approach,
Schoolly D,
Kurtis Blow,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Neon Judgement,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Byrd,
Erasure,
Sällskapet,
Mo-Dettes,
The Star Department,
Brick,
The Walker Brothers,
Al Stewart,
Roger Hodgson,
New Order,
Alphaville,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fall,
The J.B.'s,
Laurel Aitken,
KRS-One,
Rufus Thomas,
Sam Rivers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gap Band,
Eric Copeland,
Urselle,
Mark Hollis,
Maurizio,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dave Gahan,
Peter & Gordon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Con Funk Shun,
Heaven 17,
Rod Modell,
cv313,
Q and Not U,
Lightning Bolt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vladislav Delay,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.