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 Belize and from Tokyo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Nik Kershaw 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Public Image Ltd.,
Oblivians,
Barry Ungar,
Peter & Gordon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jacques Brel,
Throbbing Gristle,
Monolake,
The Neon Judgement,
Simply Red,
Scratch Acid,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Y Pants,
Camouflage,
Letta Mbulu,
Bluetip,
The Star Department,
The Searchers,
Mo-Dettes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joyce Sims,
Thompson Twins,
Jeff Mills,
Yellowson,
Boredoms,
B.T. Express,
Gang of Four,
Bizarre Inc.,
Banda Bassotti,
Infiniti,
The Wake,
Livin' Joy,
Schoolly D,
The Count Five,
Chris & Cosey,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arthur Verocai,
Fatback Band,
Godley & Creme,
The Barracudas,
Matthew Bourne,
Reuben Wilson,
Judy Mowatt,
Newcleus,
Brothers Johnson,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Zeros,
Grandmaster Flash,
Suicide,
Black Pus,
Easy Going,
Peter and Kerry,
Vladislav Delay,
MDC,
Gang Gang Dance,
T.S.O.L.,
One Last Wish,
Charles Mingus,
Al Stewart,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.