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 Solomon Islands and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the guitar 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 Drexciya to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hashim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Blossom Toes,
Goldenarms,
Dawn Penn,
E-Dancer,
Dennis Brown,
Cymande,
the Human League,
Drexciya,
Aswad,
The Dave Clark Five,
Metal Thangz,
Siglo XX,
Graham Central Station,
Crash Course in Science,
Lungfish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Darondo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
PIL,
Tommy Roe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Royal Trux,
Tres Demented,
The Sonics,
Michelle Simonal,
Brick,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blancmange,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
L. Decosne,
The Slackers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moby Grape,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roxette,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Absolute Body Control,
Duran Duran,
Schoolly D,
Chris Corsano,
These Immortal Souls,
John Cale,
Johnny Clarke,
Hasil Adkins,
Joe Finger,
Janne Schatter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kaleidoscope,
Dead Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
Freddie Wadling,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Monochrome Set,
Ice-T,
Lakeside,
Pet Shop Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Henry Cow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.