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 Tanzania and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
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 oboe 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 Sällskapet to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Scrapy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Buckinghams,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wire,
Alphaville,
Rites of Spring,
Simply Red,
Dorothy Ashby,
Reuben Wilson,
Eric Copeland,
Pagans,
Marine Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Blossom Toes,
Los Fastidios,
Marc Almond,
Bluetip,
The Cure,
Niagra,
Kerri Chandler,
Animal Collective,
Urselle,
Colin Newman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roxy Music,
Gang Starr,
the Bar-Kays,
Kas Product,
Public Enemy,
Wally Richardson,
Cal Tjader,
Don Cherry,
Buzzcocks,
Interpol,
Ten City,
Terrestrial Tones,
H. Thieme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Newcleus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Massinfluence,
Traffic Nightmare,
Liliput,
Junior Murvin,
The Gun Club,
Y Pants,
Kurtis Blow,
The Saints,
Pere Ubu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brothers Johnson,
Eric B and Rakim,
MDC,
The Raincoats,
Grey Daturas,
Tim Buckley,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.