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 Belarus and from Woodstock.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Pagans to the disco 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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eric Copeland,
Aloha Tigers,
Buzzcocks,
MDC,
Sister Nancy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hashim,
Depeche Mode,
Colin Newman,
T. Rex,
Frankie Knuckles,
Isaac Hayes,
Jerry's Kids,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Christie,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
E-Dancer,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sun City Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Tremeloes,
CMW,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sex Pistols,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skarface,
Sparks,
D'Angelo,
Trumans Water,
The Neon Judgement,
The Raincoats,
The Modern Lovers,
The Mojo Men,
Half Japanese,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Porter Ricks,
Drexciya,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kool Moe Dee,
Don Cherry,
The Seeds,
Scan 7,
F. McDonald,
Bob Dylan,
The Pretty Things,
Stiv Bators,
The Buckinghams,
Q and Not U,
Lou Reed,
The Pop Group,
Yusef Lateef,
The Durutti Column,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.