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 Maldives and from Accra.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Theoretical Girls to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Excepter,
The Neon Judgement,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Kinks,
Fad Gadget,
Deepchord,
Laurel Aitken,
Nik Kershaw,
Public Enemy,
the Normal,
The Moleskins,
The Happenings,
Hoover,
Matthew Halsall,
The Residents,
AZ,
Patti Smith,
The Misunderstood,
Junior Murvin,
Lightning Bolt,
Heaven 17,
Newcleus,
Delta 5,
Surgeon,
Boz Scaggs,
Japan,
Maleditus Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
B.T. Express,
Peter and Kerry,
Sonic Youth,
The Dirtbombs,
Duran Duran,
Tres Demented,
Ken Boothe,
Pussy Galore,
The Seeds,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Christie,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The New Christs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Slave,
Ituana,
Talk Talk,
Audionom,
Godley & Creme,
the Slits,
Rosa Yemen,
Tears for Fears,
Joey Negro,
Magma,
Minutemen,
Ronan,
Average White Band,
Minny Pops,
the Human League,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Harmonia,
Severed Heads,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.