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 Taiwan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sight & Sound to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
the Soft Cell,
Index,
Kurtis Blow,
Eddi Front,
Sällskapet,
Wire,
Pylon,
Deakin,
The Detroit Cobras,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
China Crisis,
Motorama,
Ludus,
The Trojans,
Rites of Spring,
Barbara Tucker,
Rufus Thomas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Oblivians,
Nick Fraelich,
Aaron Thompson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Funky Four + One,
Theoretical Girls,
The Mummies,
Robert Görl,
Organ,
Arthur Verocai,
Sandy B,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Swell Maps,
Gabor Szabo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joey Negro,
Saccharine Trust,
Babytalk,
Gang Green,
48th St. Collective,
Darondo,
Subhumans,
the Association,
Tears for Fears,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Count Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Neon Judgement,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grauzone,
Crime,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Franke,
Mark Hollis,
Average White Band,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.