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 Angola 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 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 Flipper to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Gichy Dan,
Altered Images,
Peter & Gordon,
Moss Icon,
The Invisible,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ronan,
The Litter,
Talk Talk,
E-Dancer,
Hoover,
Connie Case,
Liliput,
Stetsasonic,
Funky Four + One,
Sonic Youth,
Janne Schatter,
Barry Ungar,
Morten Harket,
Wings,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Laurel Aitken,
Television Personalities,
Ludus,
Camouflage,
Reuben Wilson,
Gong,
Livin' Joy,
Darondo,
Sarah Menescal,
Ten City,
The Human League,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Prince Buster,
Bauhaus,
The Beau Brummels,
Marcia Griffiths,
OOIOO,
Terry Callier,
the Bar-Kays,
cv313,
Sugar Minott,
The Associates,
Intrusion,
Maurizio,
Alison Limerick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
MDC,
Kurtis Blow,
Al Stewart,
Mark Hollis,
Supertramp,
Carl Craig,
Angry Samoans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
The Monochrome Set,
The Shadows of Knight,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mars,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.