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 Cambodia and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Echospace to the jazz 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Desert Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Con Funk Shun,
Jerry's Kids,
The Seeds,
Neil Young,
Sister Nancy,
Shoche,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jacob Miller,
Funky Four + One,
the Swans,
The Red Krayola,
The Dave Clark Five,
Section 25,
Au Pairs,
Television Personalities,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Altered Images,
Man Eating Sloth,
X-102,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oblivians,
Basic Channel,
Black Flag,
Brand Nubian,
Roxy Music,
The Flesh Eaters,
Popol Vuh,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camouflage,
Zapp,
Half Japanese,
Babytalk,
Newcleus,
U.S. Maple,
Average White Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Groovy Waters,
John Holt,
Qualms,
Godley & Creme,
Tres Demented,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Sheep,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Starr,
Technova,
Glenn Branca,
Duran Duran,
The Motions,
Henry Cow,
Black Pus,
The Saints,
Mr. Review,
Gichy Dan,
Rosa Yemen,
The Residents,
Hashim,
Sandy B,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, 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.