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 Mozambique and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the crunk 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camouflage,
Barrington Levy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Michelle Simonal,
Sixth Finger,
Circle Jerks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fall,
David Axelrod,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jacob Miller,
Can,
The Cramps,
ABBA,
Goldenarms,
Black Sheep,
Icehouse,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jacques Brel,
Dawn Penn,
Magma,
Basic Channel,
Patti Smith,
Little Man,
Newcleus,
AZ,
Joey Negro,
Gichy Dan,
Lucky Dragons,
The Dead C,
Glenn Branca,
Junior Murvin,
Erykah Badu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Green,
Dark Day,
Maurizio,
Yusef Lateef,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nirvana,
Rotary Connection,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gories,
Lee Hazlewood,
T. Rex,
Hot Snakes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joe Finger,
Brass Construction,
John Foxx,
Dave Gahan,
Franke,
Bad Manners,
Josef K,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roger Hodgson,
Buzzcocks,
Harpers Bizarre,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.