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 Latvia and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
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 oboe 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 Porter Ricks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
The Modern Lovers,
The Slits,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Kinks,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Electric Prunes,
Byron Stingily,
Josef K,
Subhumans,
Siglo XX,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stetsasonic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roger Hodgson,
Joey Negro,
Black Moon,
Theoretical Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
Eurythmics,
Erasure,
Janne Schatter,
Donny Hathaway,
Rotary Connection,
Pussy Galore,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fire Engines,
Buzzcocks,
Dead Boys,
Chrome,
Deepchord,
Quadrant,
David Axelrod,
Nik Kershaw,
Angry Samoans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Radiohead,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Germs,
Icehouse,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Techniques,
Grandmaster Flash,
Funkadelic,
Graham Central Station,
Reuben Wilson,
Blossom Toes,
The Star Department,
Sight & Sound,
Gichy Dan,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gories,
The Buckinghams,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Make Up,
The Five Americans,
Underground Resistance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.