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 Panama and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 Q and Not U to the electroclash 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Sandy B,
Intrusion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mantronix,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Oneida,
Funkadelic,
The New Christs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pulsallama,
Bauhaus,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Pop Group,
Scrapy,
The Monks,
Franke,
The Human League,
Nick Fraelich,
Dual Sessions,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cybotron,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sound,
Metal Thangz,
Gong,
Yusef Lateef,
The Red Krayola,
The Dirtbombs,
Motorama,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Blancmange,
Harpers Bizarre,
Blossom Toes,
Andrew Hill,
Swans,
Jacob Miller,
Aswad,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nirvana,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Heaven 17,
Warsaw,
T.S.O.L.,
Talk Talk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DJ Style,
These Immortal Souls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Star Department,
The Victims,
Suburban Knight,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marc Almond,
Minutemen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Vainqueur,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.