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 St Lucia and from Copenhagen.
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 Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Rekid to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Monks,
Bad Manners,
La Düsseldorf,
The Barracudas,
OOIOO,
X-102,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Byrd,
Siglo XX,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Magazine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
A Certain Ratio,
Judy Mowatt,
The Vogues,
Brothers Johnson,
Crash Course in Science,
Amon Düül,
The Doors,
New York Dolls,
Laurel Aitken,
The Blues Magoos,
Parry Music,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang Green,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Birthday Party,
Heaven 17,
Oblivians,
The Electric Prunes,
Minutemen,
Jacques Brel,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Colin Newman,
Roxy Music,
Pussy Galore,
Angry Samoans,
The Smiths,
Pylon,
Hot Snakes,
Model 500,
The Stooges,
Technova,
Marshall Jefferson,
Make Up,
Suburban Knight,
Terrestrial Tones,
LL Cool J,
This Heat,
Yaz,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.