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 South Africa and from Sao Paulo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the sitar 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Bill Wells,
Marvin Gaye,
the Swans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crooked Eye,
Arthur Verocai,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Skatalites,
Swell Maps,
Gang Starr,
Judy Mowatt,
Desert Stars,
The Sonics,
Donny Hathaway,
The Human League,
The J.B.'s,
June Days,
The Busters,
DJ Sneak,
Technova,
Trumans Water,
Lindisfarne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Black Dice,
Eric Dolphy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jesper Dahlback,
Thompson Twins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tomorrow,
Lucky Dragons,
The Birthday Party,
These Immortal Souls,
Marc Almond,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
LL Cool J,
The Smiths,
Drexciya,
the Sonics,
Little Man,
Man Eating Sloth,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fuzztones,
The Invisible,
Vainqueur,
Yusef Lateef,
Max Romeo,
Arcadia,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Blues Magoos,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Spoonie Gee,
Michelle Simonal,
Malaria!,
8 Eyed Spy,
T. Rex,
Roger Hodgson,
Khruangbin,
Shoche,
Ten City,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.