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 Thailand and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Harpers Bizarre to the crunk 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Q65,
Sexual Harrassment,
Outsiders,
Althea and Donna,
Reagan Youth,
Joy Division,
The Gories,
Camberwell Now,
The Five Americans,
Quando Quango,
Harmonia,
AZ,
Kayak,
ABBA,
Lucky Dragons,
Mars,
The Associates,
The Fugs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mandrill,
Prince Buster,
Dawn Penn,
Tim Buckley,
John Cale,
Amon Düül II,
Cymande,
Ultravox,
Suburban Knight,
Moebius,
PIL,
The Stooges,
48th St. Collective,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jacob Miller,
Icehouse,
Toni Rubio,
Subhumans,
Black Bananas,
Section 25,
Colin Newman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Faraquet,
L. Decosne,
The Real Kids,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fall,
Popol Vuh,
Silicon Teens,
Guru Guru,
Technova,
Robert Wyatt,
Scientists,
Dave Gahan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Lydon,
Con Funk Shun,
Sixth Finger,
Suicide,
Andrew Hill,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.