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 Montenegro and from Calgary.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the guitar 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Quadrant,
Gabor Szabo,
Flipper,
T. Rex,
Junior Murvin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pagans,
The Happenings,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric Dolphy,
The Sonics,
the Sonics,
Nas,
Lyres,
James White and The Blacks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Y Pants,
The Martian,
Lou Christie,
Brand Nubian,
Bad Manners,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Sheep,
Blossom Toes,
K-Klass,
Thompson Twins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sarah Menescal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dark Day,
Lower 48,
Andrew Hill,
Mission of Burma,
Robert Görl,
Roxy Music,
Pierre Henry,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gladiators,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Freddie Wadling,
The Barracudas,
The Real Kids,
ABC,
Anakelly,
Peter & Gordon,
Derrick May,
June Days,
Gichy Dan,
Liliput,
Camouflage,
The Searchers,
U.S. Maple,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kas Product,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.