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 Mauritius and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet 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 Scion to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Public Enemy,
This Heat,
Kenny Larkin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crooked Eye,
Joe Smooth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Negative Approach,
Nils Olav,
John Coltrane,
The Dave Clark Five,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Slave,
Bootsy Collins,
Lower 48,
Sixth Finger,
Intrusion,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deepchord,
Brass Construction,
Amazonics,
Can,
Anthony Braxton,
Thompson Twins,
Chris Corsano,
Ultra Naté,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Technova,
Chrome,
The Saints,
Skaos,
The Dead C,
Bobby Sherman,
The American Breed,
L. Decosne,
Swell Maps,
The Five Americans,
the Slits,
Sugar Minott,
Interpol,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Maurizio,
Scion,
Sun City Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
The Slackers,
The Tremeloes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Warren Ellis,
Minny Pops,
Letta Mbulu,
Colin Newman,
Roxette,
Theoretical Girls,
Moebius,
Radio Birdman,
Susan Cadogan,
The Zeros,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.