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 Jamaica and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Fela Kuti to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Byrd,
The Angels of Light,
Bill Wells,
Harpers Bizarre,
Radio Birdman,
Carl Craig,
Gong,
Aloha Tigers,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Litter,
Eric Copeland,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marshall Jefferson,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Human League,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Womack,
Roxette,
The Count Five,
Visage,
Bill Near,
Jimmy McGriff,
Delta 5,
Sun Ra,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Blossom Toes,
Cymande,
Spoonie Gee,
the Germs,
Sight & Sound,
New Order,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Davy DMX,
Stiv Bators,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wire,
Flipper,
Delon & Dalcan,
F. McDonald,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Electric Prunes,
Chris & Cosey,
The Last Poets,
The Pretty Things,
Avey Tare,
Moss Icon,
Joensuu 1685,
David Bowie,
Be Bop Deluxe,
H. Thieme,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Victims,
Lee Hazlewood,
New Age Steppers,
Severed Heads,
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.