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 Suriname and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 Desert Stars to the punk 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
The Evens,
Alphaville,
John Coltrane,
the Germs,
Subhumans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Peter & Gordon,
Main Source,
Tom Boy,
Skarface,
The Fuzztones,
Joyce Sims,
Amon Düül II,
The Moody Blues,
Gang Starr,
Lightning Bolt,
Rites of Spring,
Mo-Dettes,
Roy Ayers,
Shuggie Otis,
Simply Red,
Godley & Creme,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blossom Toes,
Cecil Taylor,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Spoonie Gee,
Motorama,
The Star Department,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lungfish,
The Tremeloes,
Stereo Dub,
Rapeman,
Scott Walker,
Pantaleimon,
Brand Nubian,
Iggy Pop,
Loose Ends,
The J.B.'s,
A Certain Ratio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Absolute Body Control,
The Pretty Things,
Trumans Water,
The Associates,
Jimmy McGriff,
Juan Atkins,
China Crisis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New York Dolls,
Spandau Ballet,
Fat Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Angels of Light,
Grey Daturas,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.