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 Algeria and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Unrelated Segments to the rap 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Reuben Wilson,
The Remains,
The Divine Comedy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Human League,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
China Crisis,
Dave Gahan,
Unwound,
Moss Icon,
Icehouse,
Franke,
Nik Kershaw,
Marine Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Starr,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
One Last Wish,
Youth Brigade,
Bob Dylan,
Joyce Sims,
Swans,
Technova,
Crispian St. Peters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Flash Fearless,
Sparks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sexual Harrassment,
Groovy Waters,
Junior Murvin,
Scion,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brass Construction,
Rakim,
Joey Negro,
K-Klass,
Ronnie Foster,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ralphi Rosario,
kango's stein massive,
Marc Almond,
Hardrive,
The Litter,
Dark Day,
Magazine,
Sex Pistols,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tomorrow,
The Five Americans,
the Normal,
X-101,
Ultravox,
Black Bananas,
Guru Guru,
Tom Boy,
The Doors,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.