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 Austria and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Mary Jane Girls to the funk 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Young Marble Giants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
Maurizio,
Stiv Bators,
James White and The Blacks,
Todd Terry,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Move,
Charles Mingus,
Interpol,
Wings,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Reed,
Agent Orange,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mantronix,
Sällskapet,
Camouflage,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dead Boys,
The Mojo Men,
Jeff Mills,
Dual Sessions,
Althea and Donna,
Mad Mike,
John Cale,
Cheater Slicks,
The Divine Comedy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Liliput,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Sheep,
Lalann,
The Motions,
Radio Birdman,
Goldenarms,
Pussy Galore,
Junior Murvin,
Masters at Work,
Whodini,
One Last Wish,
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Görl,
Country Teasers,
Infiniti,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wasted Youth,
Nas,
Model 500,
Freddie Wadling,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Alphaville,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hashim,
Swell Maps,
The Moody Blues,
Clear Light,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.