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 Australia and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer 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 Jeff Mills to the grime 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Blancmange,
The Red Krayola,
Zapp,
the Normal,
Visage,
The Grass Roots,
Eve St. Jones,
Minnie Riperton,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang Green,
Japan,
Das Ding,
Duran Duran,
Goldenarms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Infiniti,
Andrew Hill,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crime,
The J.B.'s,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
X-101,
Lakeside,
DJ Style,
The Selecter,
Qualms,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Television Personalities,
Gabor Szabo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Negative Approach,
Minor Threat,
Nirvana,
Johnny Clarke,
Juan Atkins,
Deakin,
Vladislav Delay,
Lucky Dragons,
Prince Buster,
Second Layer,
Agitation Free,
the Association,
The Count Five,
The Fuzztones,
Make Up,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pussy Galore,
Lyres,
Todd Rundgren,
the Fania All-Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Saccharine Trust,
Cameo,
Quadrant,
Angry Samoans,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.