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 Vanuatu and from Hong Kong.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eurythmics to the punk 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Anthony Braxton,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kenny Larkin,
H. Thieme,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Electric Prunes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jawbox,
Gang Starr,
Alison Limerick,
EPMD,
The Remains,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hot Snakes,
Sixth Finger,
DJ Style,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
T. Rex,
Idris Muhammad,
The Busters,
Model 500,
Joy Division,
The Motions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Moebius,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Human League,
Roxy Music,
the Bar-Kays,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Walker Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Underground Resistance,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Christie,
Masters at Work,
Piero Umiliani,
Harry Pussy,
Flash Fearless,
Soulsonic Force,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aaron Thompson,
Agent Orange,
The Searchers,
Absolute Body Control,
Al Stewart,
Peter and Kerry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Circle Jerks,
Matthew Halsall,
Tubeway Army,
Smog,
Make Up,
Depeche Mode,
The Last Poets,
Rhythm & Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
PIL,
Tears for Fears,
Ken Boothe,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.