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 Chile and from Cairo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin 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 Joyce Sims to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Tommy Roe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Supertramp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Model 500,
Marvin Gaye,
The Dave Clark Five,
Urselle,
Curtis Mayfield,
David Bowie,
Interpol,
Duran Duran,
David McCallum,
Nick Fraelich,
The Techniques,
The Moleskins,
Lungfish,
Con Funk Shun,
La Düsseldorf,
Yaz,
the Soft Cell,
Maurizio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tears for Fears,
Anthony Braxton,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Matthew Halsall,
Bauhaus,
John Foxx,
Soul II Soul,
Anakelly,
The Birthday Party,
Joensuu 1685,
Hashim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roger Hodgson,
Robert Görl,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Amon Düül,
Monks,
Underground Resistance,
Mantronix,
The Monochrome Set,
Byron Stingily,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
MC5,
Little Man,
Maleditus Sound,
Bill Wells,
The Music Machine,
The Count Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
Max Romeo,
Warsaw,
Soft Cell,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.