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 Tanzania and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Max Romeo to the disco 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Ponytail,
Alphaville,
Crispy Ambulance,
Duran Duran,
A Certain Ratio,
Neu!,
La Düsseldorf,
The Names,
Andrew Hill,
Colin Newman,
Henry Cow,
The Fugs,
Urselle,
Barry Ungar,
Banda Bassotti,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ituana,
Accadde A,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hasil Adkins,
The Invisible,
Ken Boothe,
Sex Pistols,
the Soft Cell,
Yazoo,
Slick Rick,
The Monks,
Lalann,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Von Mondo,
the Human League,
Nils Olav,
The Remains,
Ossler,
Nik Kershaw,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Last Poets,
The Kinks,
Stetsasonic,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang Starr,
Pantytec,
Jerry's Kids,
Iggy Pop,
Hashim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Associates,
Byron Stingily,
the Normal,
Patti Smith,
ABBA,
Bobby Womack,
Hot Snakes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yellowson,
Roger Hodgson,
China Crisis,
Prince Buster,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.