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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Spandau Ballet to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Pet Shop Boys,
Make Up,
cv313,
The Wake,
X-Ray Spex,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lakeside,
Moby Grape,
Glenn Branca,
Mary Jane Girls,
Franke,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Spoonie Gee,
Young Marble Giants,
Bob Dylan,
Mars,
The Invisible,
Lucky Dragons,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Leaves,
The Slits,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bootsy Collins,
Anakelly,
Wolf Eyes,
Mandrill,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minutemen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
JFA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cal Tjader,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pussy Galore,
Tom Boy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Human League,
Scratch Acid,
Index,
The Count Five,
Rapeman,
Wasted Youth,
Los Fastidios,
Peter and Kerry,
Spandau Ballet,
The Martian,
Massinfluence,
The Associates,
Bad Manners,
Buzzcocks,
Loose Ends,
Mission of Burma,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Moody Blues,
Idris Muhammad,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Sherman,
Quando Quango,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.