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 Lesotho and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sparks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
The Sound,
Joy Division,
U.S. Maple,
The Barracudas,
Rekid,
Thompson Twins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Erasure,
Cymande,
James White and The Blacks,
Bush Tetras,
The Busters,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Victims,
Theoretical Girls,
Aswad,
Skarface,
Marmalade,
Mo-Dettes,
Judy Mowatt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Michelle Simonal,
Toni Rubio,
Nik Kershaw,
Con Funk Shun,
Echospace,
Minny Pops,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tubeway Army,
Aloha Tigers,
DJ Style,
The American Breed,
Franke,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Womack,
Q65,
Gang of Four,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Pretty Things,
Aural Exciters,
Interpol,
The New Christs,
Glenn Branca,
The Mummies,
Dave Gahan,
Audionom,
Symarip,
Scan 7,
Brothers Johnson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Monks,
Suicide,
ABC,
Inner City,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Trojans,
Mission of Burma,
Archie Shepp,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.