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 Barbados and from Copenhagen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 The Young Rascals to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Model 500,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lakeside,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
These Immortal Souls,
Tubeway Army,
Cal Tjader,
Swell Maps,
Half Japanese,
Brothers Johnson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
T. Rex,
10cc,
The Index,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Chrome,
Bauhaus,
Q65,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Agitation Free,
Hasil Adkins,
Cecil Taylor,
The Count Five,
Flash Fearless,
Scrapy,
Funkadelic,
The Leaves,
Wolf Eyes,
The Saints,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Little Man,
FM Einheit,
Gregory Isaacs,
Juan Atkins,
Albert Ayler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Massinfluence,
Mark Hollis,
Circle Jerks,
Arab on Radar,
Negative Approach,
Rapeman,
Ice-T,
The Sound,
Echospace,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Erasure,
The Seeds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quantec,
Roger Hodgson,
The Litter,
Saccharine Trust,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cybotron,
Bronski Beat,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.