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 Algeria and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Lou Reed 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 Thompson Twins to the crunk 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Hot Snakes,
Glenn Branca,
Sister Nancy,
June Days,
Delon & Dalcan,
Thompson Twins,
Alton Ellis,
Ten City,
Public Image Ltd.,
Saccharine Trust,
The Real Kids,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Raincoats,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
H. Thieme,
Grey Daturas,
Silicon Teens,
Josef K,
These Immortal Souls,
Yaz,
Joe Smooth,
Skriet,
Juan Atkins,
The Young Rascals,
Skaos,
The Toasters,
OOIOO,
Jawbox,
Panda Bear,
Sun City Girls,
Graham Central Station,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tommy Roe,
Mantronix,
This Heat,
Quadrant,
Johnny Osbourne,
Al Stewart,
Bronski Beat,
Susan Cadogan,
Mo-Dettes,
Steve Hackett,
Toni Rubio,
Excepter,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott Heron,
DNA,
Albert Ayler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Television,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bad Manners,
Anthony Braxton,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jimmy McGriff,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Moon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arab on Radar,
Gabor Szabo,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.