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 Luxembourg 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bronski Beat to the electroclash 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Pagans,
Alton Ellis,
The Birthday Party,
New York Dolls,
Index,
Bob Dylan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Curtis Mayfield,
Avey Tare,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Womack,
The Durutti Column,
Chris Corsano,
Deakin,
Jerry's Kids,
E-Dancer,
Swans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Audionom,
Skaos,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dark Day,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sällskapet,
Agent Orange,
The Sonics,
Andrew Hill,
Yellowson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Associates,
Joey Negro,
Donald Byrd,
Minnie Riperton,
Ronnie Foster,
FM Einheit,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rotary Connection,
Pere Ubu,
The Saints,
Funkadelic,
T. Rex,
Bootsy Collins,
Negative Approach,
10cc,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Motorama,
Robert Görl,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Josef K,
The Pretty Things,
Brick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ten City,
Adolescents,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sonic Youth,
Wally Richardson,
David McCallum,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.