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 Bulgaria and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Charles Mingus to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Bronski Beat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
This Heat,
Swans,
Q and Not U,
Tommy Roe,
The Happenings,
Terry Callier,
Accadde A,
Theoretical Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Vladislav Delay,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Slick Rick,
Radiohead,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Doors,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eurythmics,
Pharoah Sanders,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Agitation Free,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The New Christs,
Nas,
The Star Department,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harry Pussy,
Minnie Riperton,
Angry Samoans,
The J.B.'s,
New Order,
Alton Ellis,
Black Moon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Das Ding,
Max Romeo,
Fad Gadget,
Ossler,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Drive Like Jehu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mr. Review,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
CMW,
The Barracudas,
Kerri Chandler,
Scratch Acid,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.