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 Haiti and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 Tubeway Army to the rap 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Fela Kuti,
The Searchers,
Dave Gahan,
Scan 7,
the Normal,
The Martian,
the Human League,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cybotron,
Al Stewart,
Can,
Lebanon Hanover,
Donny Hathaway,
Zapp,
Derrick May,
Black Pus,
Bang On A Can,
Index,
The Detroit Cobras,
Moss Icon,
Ludus,
Glenn Branca,
Rapeman,
Pylon,
The Misunderstood,
F. McDonald,
The Motions,
Reuben Wilson,
The Doors,
Circle Jerks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lungfish,
Country Teasers,
Mantronix,
Hot Snakes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Junior Murvin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eden Ahbez,
Scott Walker,
Liliput,
Buzzcocks,
Aswad,
Bauhaus,
The Birthday Party,
Radio Birdman,
Alison Limerick,
Newcleus,
Eli Mardock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marmalade,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Metal Thangz,
Pagans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soul II Soul,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.