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 Micronesia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 Sex Pistols to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Ten City,
Slick Rick,
Sonic Youth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sarah Menescal,
Dorothy Ashby,
Circle Jerks,
The Dirtbombs,
Surgeon,
Funky Four + One,
Erasure,
Schoolly D,
The Names,
Japan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Five Americans,
Banda Bassotti,
Minutemen,
10cc,
The Shadows of Knight,
DJ Style,
The Flesh Eaters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joyce Sims,
Sun City Girls,
Lindisfarne,
Fad Gadget,
DJ Sneak,
MDC,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brick,
Fluxion,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Toasters,
Isaac Hayes,
Roy Ayers,
Agent Orange,
The Gap Band,
the Slits,
Saccharine Trust,
The Smoke,
Eurythmics,
James White and The Blacks,
Monolake,
JFA,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Christie,
The Offenders,
Tom Boy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Human League,
The Human League,
The Litter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quando Quango,
Graham Central Station,
Nico,
Sun Ra,
Sam Rivers,
Gong,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.