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 Togo and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Radio Birdman to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
X-Ray Spex,
Wings,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alphaville,
Hashim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Black Dice,
Johnny Osbourne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eurythmics,
Qualms,
Dennis Brown,
Index,
Rapeman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Christie,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Loose Ends,
The Misunderstood,
Average White Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ten City,
Cymande,
8 Eyed Spy,
Todd Rundgren,
Skarface,
Heaven 17,
Subhumans,
Sound Behaviour,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Monks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kerrie Biddell,
L. Decosne,
Faraquet,
Sex Pistols,
Mr. Review,
Brick,
Lower 48,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bush Tetras,
Vladislav Delay,
Schoolly D,
Bauhaus,
Soft Machine,
Country Teasers,
Peter & Gordon,
Severed Heads,
Throbbing Gristle,
Monolake,
the Soft Cell,
Ice-T,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.