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 Papua New Guinea and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gang Green to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
John Lydon,
DJ Sneak,
Scientists,
Guru Guru,
Grandmaster Flash,
Metal Thangz,
Traffic Nightmare,
Don Cherry,
Flash Fearless,
Rekid,
Matthew Halsall,
Deakin,
In Retrospect,
Eric Dolphy,
Albert Ayler,
Ornette Coleman,
Joey Negro,
Johnny Osbourne,
Television,
Soulsonic Force,
Nirvana,
Intrusion,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Sonics,
Cheater Slicks,
Youth Brigade,
48th St. Collective,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
R.M.O.,
Moebius,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Black Dice,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Black Sheep,
AZ,
Crispian St. Peters,
Peter & Gordon,
Gichy Dan,
Suicide,
David McCallum,
The Angels of Light,
Aural Exciters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pole,
Japan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barbara Tucker,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radio Birdman,
Panda Bear,
The Fall,
The Pretty Things,
Yusef Lateef,
One Last Wish,
The Beau Brummels,
FM Einheit,
The Human League,
Buzzcocks,
Cal Tjader,
The Index,
Sex Pistols,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.