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 Switzerland and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Spandau Ballet to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Stereo Dub,
Little Man,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Das Ding,
Pole,
Saccharine Trust,
The Names,
Moby Grape,
Quadrant,
Quando Quango,
Wally Richardson,
Jeff Lynne,
Porter Ricks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sugar Minott,
Kaleidoscope,
One Last Wish,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Divine Comedy,
kango's stein massive,
Lyres,
Davy DMX,
The Walker Brothers,
Crash Course in Science,
James White and The Blacks,
AZ,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Essential Logic,
Kerri Chandler,
The Motions,
Hot Snakes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pet Shop Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soulsonic Force,
Marvin Gaye,
Avey Tare,
Danielle Patucci,
Minny Pops,
The Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Arthur Verocai,
Icehouse,
Model 500,
Reagan Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Schoolly D,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roxette,
Monks,
Eddi Front,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Magazine,
Bobby Byrd,
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.