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 St Lucia and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin 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 MDC to the funk 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Cameo,
Dual Sessions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Music Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Guru Guru,
Grey Daturas,
Tres Demented,
The United States of America,
Blossom Toes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Depeche Mode,
Pylon,
China Crisis,
The Black Dice,
Surgeon,
Darondo,
kango's stein massive,
Jacob Miller,
Soulsonic Force,
The Dirtbombs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pole,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marvin Gaye,
Soul II Soul,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cowsills,
La Düsseldorf,
Goldenarms,
Hot Snakes,
Amon Düül,
MDC,
Piero Umiliani,
X-101,
Yaz,
Gang Green,
The Standells,
Echospace,
Deakin,
The Martian,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Spoonie Gee,
Fela Kuti,
MC5,
John Coltrane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Royal Trux,
Henry Cow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
CMW,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eli Mardock,
The Searchers,
Ohio Players,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.