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 Paraguay and from Lagos.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 James White and The Blacks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
The Searchers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Q65,
Pet Shop Boys,
Prince Buster,
Althea and Donna,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Y Pants,
Byron Stingily,
Livin' Joy,
Marshall Jefferson,
The J.B.'s,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mantronix,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gories,
MDC,
Erasure,
Neu!,
The Wake,
ABC,
Yellowson,
Nils Olav,
Dawn Penn,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
PIL,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Circle Jerks,
Don Cherry,
The Fall,
Sarah Menescal,
Bluetip,
Glenn Branca,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mars,
The Monks,
The Blackbyrds,
X-Ray Spex,
Stereo Dub,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Piero Umiliani,
The Litter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quadrant,
Toni Rubio,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scratch Acid,
Oblivians,
Bronski Beat,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
Bob Dylan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Young Rascals,
Curtis Mayfield,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.