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 Kazakhstan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Blake Baxter,
Deadbeat,
Mo-Dettes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Last Poets,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mary Jane Girls,
Guru Guru,
Scrapy,
Dead Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
L. Decosne,
The Blues Magoos,
Mission of Burma,
LL Cool J,
Electric Prunes,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Byrd,
Moby Grape,
Flipper,
The Saints,
Al Stewart,
Thompson Twins,
Nick Fraelich,
Fad Gadget,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Remains,
Cheater Slicks,
Charles Mingus,
Terry Callier,
The Toasters,
Skaos,
Black Pus,
Dennis Brown,
Echospace,
Tommy Roe,
Shuggie Otis,
CMW,
Section 25,
Absolute Body Control,
David Axelrod,
The Searchers,
Zapp,
The Black Dice,
Quadrant,
The Kinks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Sherman,
Andrew Hill,
The Alarm Clocks,
Babytalk,
Trumans Water,
Panda Bear,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sparks,
The Fall,
Monolake,
Barrington Levy,
The Blackbyrds,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.