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 Uganda and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet 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 John Foxx to the crunk 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Yusef Lateef,
Carl Craig,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Theoretical Girls,
Wasted Youth,
The Saints,
UT,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nirvana,
Wire,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aloha Tigers,
Stereo Dub,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eric Dolphy,
DJ Sneak,
Davy DMX,
Livin' Joy,
ABC,
Toni Rubio,
The J.B.'s,
Ice-T,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mr. Review,
the Swans,
DNA,
The Buckinghams,
Grey Daturas,
KRS-One,
PIL,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Names,
Skriet,
Swell Maps,
10cc,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scion,
Vainqueur,
B.T. Express,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Bananas,
Average White Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Pole,
Warsaw,
ABBA,
Joe Smooth,
FM Einheit,
The Beau Brummels,
Thompson Twins,
Kayak,
Aaron Thompson,
Bronski Beat,
Traffic Nightmare,
Agitation Free,
Intrusion,
Rosa Yemen,
Michelle Simonal,
Nils Olav,
Pet Shop Boys,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.