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 Libya and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
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 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 Robert Palmer 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 China Crisis to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Toni Rubio,
Morten Harket,
Jeru the Damaja,
Howard Jones,
The Saints,
Throbbing Gristle,
Iggy Pop,
The Mojo Men,
The Kinks,
Eden Ahbez,
Model 500,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Residents,
Suicide,
Malaria!,
Lindisfarne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Moby Grape,
Yazoo,
The Five Americans,
Matthew Halsall,
Chris Corsano,
Depeche Mode,
Marcia Griffiths,
B.T. Express,
Marvin Gaye,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Half Japanese,
Saccharine Trust,
Bronski Beat,
Neu!,
Urselle,
The J.B.'s,
Tears for Fears,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fluxion,
Ossler,
Youth Brigade,
Panda Bear,
Sun Ra,
Ponytail,
Tom Boy,
Marine Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Stetsasonic,
Flash Fearless,
Alphaville,
Patti Smith,
Arthur Verocai,
Agitation Free,
Roger Hodgson,
Simply Red,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aaron Thompson,
The Toasters,
Suburban Knight,
The Stooges,
Can,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.