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 Barbados and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 One Last Wish to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hashim,
Vladislav Delay,
48th St. Collective,
Joyce Sims,
Altered Images,
Marvin Gaye,
Erasure,
Slave,
Model 500,
Jerry's Kids,
Gichy Dan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Surgeon,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Slackers,
the Slits,
The Barracudas,
Tomorrow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bill Near,
Bizarre Inc.,
Parry Music,
Eddi Front,
Warsaw,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bootsy Collins,
CMW,
The Blackbyrds,
Pantaleimon,
The Electric Prunes,
Con Funk Shun,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
LL Cool J,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Human League,
Au Pairs,
Gang Starr,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yazoo,
La Düsseldorf,
Crash Course in Science,
Bronski Beat,
Iggy Pop,
Junior Murvin,
The Buckinghams,
D'Angelo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pere Ubu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joe Finger,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Divine Comedy,
Royal Trux,
Reuben Wilson,
Shuggie Otis,
The Saints,
H. Thieme,
Symarip,
Funky Four + One,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.