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 Sierra Leone and from Glasgow.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Peter & Gordon to the rap 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Offenders,
Fela Kuti,
T.S.O.L.,
Underground Resistance,
Jandek,
Shuggie Otis,
ABBA,
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Interpol,
kango's stein massive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ten City,
Harpers Bizarre,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fugs,
Lightning Bolt,
Alton Ellis,
Brass Construction,
Buzzcocks,
Liliput,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rufus Thomas,
Donny Hathaway,
Dorothy Ashby,
These Immortal Souls,
Swell Maps,
The Golliwogs,
John Cale,
Babytalk,
Rosa Yemen,
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joy Division,
Tears for Fears,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Clear Light,
Banda Bassotti,
KRS-One,
Sight & Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fall,
Outsiders,
Cecil Taylor,
Echospace,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
MDC,
The Red Krayola,
Model 500,
Accadde A,
Youth Brigade,
The Blackbyrds,
Funky Four + One,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roger Hodgson,
Hasil Adkins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.