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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rhythm & Sound to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Cluster,
Dead Boys,
the Human League,
The Blackbyrds,
These Immortal Souls,
Heaven 17,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Toni Rubio,
OOIOO,
Tim Buckley,
Bootsy Collins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Peter and Kerry,
Oneida,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Human League,
Organ,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
F. McDonald,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amon Düül II,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Womack,
Khruangbin,
The Fire Engines,
Joyce Sims,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cosmic Jokers,
New York Dolls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Talk Talk,
The Martian,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brand Nubian,
The Fortunes,
Yaz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Au Pairs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sam Rivers,
James White and The Blacks,
Albert Ayler,
ABBA,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Faraquet,
Dennis Brown,
Easy Going,
Electric Prunes,
Lyres,
Rakim,
The New Christs,
Ornette Coleman,
Depeche Mode,
Charles Mingus,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.