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 Germany and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Thee Headcoats to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Isaac Hayes,
Janne Schatter,
Ludus,
Archie Shepp,
Sister Nancy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
kango's stein massive,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marmalade,
Skarface,
AZ,
Davy DMX,
R.M.O.,
Donald Byrd,
Audionom,
Kurtis Blow,
Charles Mingus,
John Holt,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soft Cell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Vladislav Delay,
The Litter,
Robert Görl,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yazoo,
Japan,
Bad Manners,
Youth Brigade,
Arthur Verocai,
Echospace,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Golliwogs,
Wings,
Flipper,
Inner City,
Bootsy Collins,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Move,
Flamin' Groovies,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
JFA,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sonics,
Terry Callier,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Judy Mowatt,
Sun City Girls,
Nils Olav,
Country Teasers,
Rapeman,
Moby Grape,
Tubeway Army,
David Bowie,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Associates,
Clear Light,
Lyres,
Pole,
Ornette Coleman,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.