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 Eritrea and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gang Green to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Masters at Work,
CMW,
Zero Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
the Slits,
Thompson Twins,
Cluster,
Technova,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marc Almond,
James White and The Blacks,
Blancmange,
Delon & Dalcan,
Vladislav Delay,
MC5,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Index,
Hardrive,
Amazonics,
Quantec,
Shuggie Otis,
the Swans,
Heaven 17,
Monolake,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Malaria!,
The Doors,
the Human League,
Interpol,
The Slits,
The Dead C,
Terry Callier,
Au Pairs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dave Gahan,
The Monks,
Davy DMX,
Bronski Beat,
Albert Ayler,
Arab on Radar,
Jeff Mills,
T.S.O.L.,
Brand Nubian,
Lalann,
Rakim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Boredoms,
The Slackers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mary Jane Girls,
Todd Terry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Leaves,
the Association,
Hoover,
Schoolly D,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
Matthew Halsall,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.