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 Iceland and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Fluxion,
The Names,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mo-Dettes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mad Mike,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Metal Thangz,
The Black Dice,
The Fugs,
Ronan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Normal,
Quantec,
Bauhaus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bronski Beat,
Liliput,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Misunderstood,
Urselle,
The Offenders,
Accadde A,
Crispy Ambulance,
Monolake,
T.S.O.L.,
Negative Approach,
Lee Hazlewood,
X-101,
Second Layer,
The Searchers,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Standells,
Eurythmics,
Masters at Work,
The Doors,
Barrington Levy,
Average White Band,
Flash Fearless,
Gregory Isaacs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gories,
Avey Tare,
Stetsasonic,
Von Mondo,
Al Stewart,
Skarface,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Real Kids,
Ken Boothe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Dirtbombs,
Kaleidoscope,
Alton Ellis,
Gong,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Slits,
the Germs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.