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 Iceland and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Main Source to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Hasil Adkins,
Althea and Donna,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Delta 5,
The Standells,
The Black Dice,
Boogie Down Productions,
Average White Band,
Glenn Branca,
Crime,
Gastr Del Sol,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fear,
The Leaves,
World's Most,
Idris Muhammad,
a-ha,
Joe Smooth,
The Walker Brothers,
The Young Rascals,
Sixth Finger,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Slick Rick,
LL Cool J,
The Grass Roots,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lungfish,
Goldenarms,
the Germs,
Frankie Knuckles,
The J.B.'s,
Television Personalities,
Basic Channel,
The Pretty Things,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roger Hodgson,
Masters at Work,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fad Gadget,
Boredoms,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Byrd,
Robert Görl,
Zapp,
Charles Mingus,
Lucky Dragons,
Negative Approach,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nils Olav,
The Real Kids,
The Moody Blues,
Altered Images,
Harpers Bizarre,
kango's stein massive,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flipper,
Lalann,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.