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 Lebanon and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Crash Course in Science to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Nico,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soulsonic Force,
the Sonics,
Cybotron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aswad,
A Certain Ratio,
Rekid,
New Order,
Eli Mardock,
Anakelly,
Byron Stingily,
Lucky Dragons,
Glambeats Corp.,
Amazonics,
The Seeds,
Magazine,
Los Fastidios,
UT,
The Tremeloes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cure,
Erykah Badu,
Bootsy Collins,
Vladislav Delay,
Eddi Front,
Gang Gang Dance,
Matthew Bourne,
The Monks,
Ossler,
The Martian,
Amon Düül II,
The Blues Magoos,
CMW,
Delta 5,
Todd Terry,
Minnie Riperton,
Symarip,
Aural Exciters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Althea and Donna,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joe Smooth,
Donny Hathaway,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minor Threat,
The Saints,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wasted Youth,
kango's stein massive,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sight & Sound,
Skriet,
Barry Ungar,
Tres Demented,
Judy Mowatt,
Outsiders,
Duran Duran,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.