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 Namibia and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Marmalade to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Mantronix,
Josef K,
Johnny Osbourne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rosa Yemen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Thompson Twins,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gichy Dan,
Althea and Donna,
Jesper Dahlback,
Frankie Knuckles,
Delta 5,
Swell Maps,
Bauhaus,
Groovy Waters,
The Real Kids,
Arcadia,
Accadde A,
Chris & Cosey,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chrome,
Au Pairs,
The Invisible,
Motorama,
The Pretty Things,
Model 500,
10cc,
Carl Craig,
The Searchers,
the Normal,
Scrapy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rakim,
B.T. Express,
Black Flag,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Zeros,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultra Naté,
Youth Brigade,
UT,
Mr. Review,
Eden Ahbez,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cybotron,
New York Dolls,
Zapp,
The Wake,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Monochrome Set,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Moon,
Cheater Slicks,
the Association,
The Fall,
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.