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 Seychelles and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Lou Reed to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Rosa Yemen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Livin' Joy,
The Electric Prunes,
Matthew Halsall,
John Cale,
Don Cherry,
Duran Duran,
Erykah Badu,
These Immortal Souls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Flipper,
Iggy Pop,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deepchord,
Warsaw,
June of 44,
Eurythmics,
The Neon Judgement,
Trumans Water,
Q65,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Real Kids,
Boz Scaggs,
ABC,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Average White Band,
Kas Product,
Half Japanese,
Ten City,
Los Fastidios,
10cc,
Cluster,
Dead Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Ken Boothe,
Fatback Band,
The Dirtbombs,
June Days,
Brothers Johnson,
Little Man,
Slick Rick,
Ultimate Spinach,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Liliput,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marc Almond,
The Gladiators,
Pylon,
Basic Channel,
Max Romeo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thee Headcoats,
Graham Central Station,
Tears for Fears,
This Heat,
Lyres,
Lakeside,
Rufus Thomas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scion,
John Foxx,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.