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 Bahamas and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Girls At Our Best! to the dance 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Monks,
The Vogues,
The Blackbyrds,
FM Einheit,
The Young Rascals,
CMW,
Rufus Thomas,
Pantytec,
Sexual Harrassment,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
David Bowie,
cv313,
Yazoo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tommy Roe,
Moss Icon,
Nick Fraelich,
One Last Wish,
Marine Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yaz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cameo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Echospace,
The Associates,
The Fugs,
The Zeros,
Grey Daturas,
The Leaves,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dead C,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Evens,
Oneida,
Deepchord,
Fad Gadget,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Trojans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
June Days,
Agent Orange,
The Monks,
Vladislav Delay,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brass Construction,
Drexciya,
Banda Bassotti,
Guru Guru,
Black Bananas,
Lindisfarne,
MDC,
Average White Band,
Chris & Cosey,
48th St. Collective,
Soft Cell,
Anakelly,
Dead Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.