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 Morocco and from Salvador.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Knickerbockers to the grime 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Bronski Beat,
Ponytail,
Marmalade,
China Crisis,
Joy Division,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun City Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Drexciya,
Faust,
D'Angelo,
The Mummies,
Harry Pussy,
Massinfluence,
The Five Americans,
Deepchord,
Stereo Dub,
The Busters,
Q and Not U,
Al Stewart,
The Monks,
Lyres,
Rapeman,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Hood,
10cc,
Heaven 17,
The Raincoats,
The Golliwogs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Saints,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott Heron,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Evens,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gun Club,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cramps,
Ossler,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
In Retrospect,
Unwound,
Arthur Verocai,
Unrelated Segments,
Von Mondo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neil Young,
Gang Gang Dance,
Severed Heads,
Public Enemy,
Rakim,
Television,
Pylon,
Bush Tetras,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.