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 Albania and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Royal Trux to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage 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?
John Foxx,
Scion,
Livin' Joy,
The Fire Engines,
Al Stewart,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Faust,
Lalann,
The Blackbyrds,
Mars,
Morten Harket,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Don Cherry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Porter Ricks,
Freddie Wadling,
Make Up,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brass Construction,
Neil Young,
the Sonics,
The Durutti Column,
The Red Krayola,
Skaos,
Fear,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Big Daddy Kane,
Underground Resistance,
Khruangbin,
Sonic Youth,
Colin Newman,
Mark Hollis,
Masters at Work,
L. Decosne,
John Cale,
Sound Behaviour,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Green,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bluetip,
Parry Music,
Quantec,
Arcadia,
Cluster,
the Germs,
Isaac Hayes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jandek,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
KRS-One,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Birthday Party,
Janne Schatter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Theoretical Girls,
Warren Ellis,
The Smiths,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.