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 Lebanon and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 Pylon to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
the Germs,
Inner City,
Bootsy Collins,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Toasters,
The Selecter,
Malaria!,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Susan Cadogan,
ABBA,
Angry Samoans,
Japan,
Agitation Free,
the Slits,
Eden Ahbez,
Suicide,
Eric Copeland,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cal Tjader,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hasil Adkins,
The Move,
Kas Product,
The Smiths,
Saccharine Trust,
Brass Construction,
Quando Quango,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rapeman,
Iggy Pop,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gladiators,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Seeds,
Juan Atkins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dead C,
Fad Gadget,
The Electric Prunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skaos,
Zapp,
Brand Nubian,
EPMD,
Altered Images,
The Index,
Marine Girls,
MDC,
48th St. Collective,
The Sound,
Rod Modell,
The Martian,
Isaac Hayes,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.