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 Equatorial Guinea and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the funk 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yaz,
The Misunderstood,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
R.M.O.,
Graham Central Station,
Public Enemy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dennis Brown,
Black Bananas,
Johnny Clarke,
The Red Krayola,
Soul II Soul,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joyce Sims,
Sight & Sound,
The Motions,
Smog,
Jacques Brel,
Supertramp,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jerry's Kids,
Magma,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cure,
Buzzcocks,
Visage,
Ralphi Rosario,
Moby Grape,
Nik Kershaw,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Second Layer,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amon Düül,
Absolute Body Control,
Johnny Osbourne,
Anthony Braxton,
Rhythm & Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
The Skatalites,
Al Stewart,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
New Order,
The Fortunes,
Marc Almond,
Boz Scaggs,
Kayak,
Grauzone,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Easy Going,
Toni Rubio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Excepter,
Carl Craig,
The Fall,
the Soft Cell,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultimate Spinach,
Maleditus Sound,
Alison Limerick,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat 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.