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 Tuvalu and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the dance 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Absolute Body Control,
Tomorrow,
The Gories,
One Last Wish,
Cameo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Byrd,
Livin' Joy,
the Human League,
Toni Rubio,
OOIOO,
Duran Duran,
Barclay James Harvest,
Au Pairs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Charles Mingus,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gap Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Supertramp,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Albert Ayler,
Man Parrish,
Susan Cadogan,
Depeche Mode,
Terrestrial Tones,
Unrelated Segments,
Crash Course in Science,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lungfish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Silicon Teens,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Monks,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Moleskins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Raincoats,
Spandau Ballet,
Max Romeo,
The Stooges,
The American Breed,
Monks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rites of Spring,
Amon Düül,
Chris & Cosey,
Deadbeat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Bar-Kays,
Simply Red,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Intrusion,
Negative Approach,
Quadrant,
Eurythmics,
Robert Görl,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.