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 Luxembourg and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
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 808 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 Public Enemy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Max Romeo,
Fear,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Leaves,
Drive Like Jehu,
U.S. Maple,
The Techniques,
Lungfish,
New Order,
Quadrant,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oneida,
Prince Buster,
MDC,
Fad Gadget,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fat Boys,
ABC,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bauhaus,
The Star Department,
The Misunderstood,
Don Cherry,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gap Band,
Sun City Girls,
Kayak,
Drexciya,
Yusef Lateef,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tomorrow,
Cymande,
Mo-Dettes,
Royal Trux,
New Age Steppers,
Organ,
The Gladiators,
K-Klass,
Main Source,
Interpol,
Goldenarms,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Golliwogs,
James White and The Blacks,
Flash Fearless,
Matthew Bourne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eric B and Rakim,
D'Angelo,
Lalann,
The Trojans,
Nik Kershaw,
Technova,
Sister Nancy,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.