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 Thailand and from Taipei.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Crispy Ambulance to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Germs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bill Near,
Yaz,
Q and Not U,
Pantytec,
Tubeway Army,
Rod Modell,
The Count Five,
Intrusion,
Groovy Waters,
Danielle Patucci,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
LL Cool J,
Thompson Twins,
the Soft Cell,
World's Most,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultravox,
Chris & Cosey,
Television Personalities,
Vainqueur,
The Saints,
Swell Maps,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Happenings,
The Gories,
Cluster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
One Last Wish,
The Seeds,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Sherman,
the Association,
Eli Mardock,
Sexual Harrassment,
Patti Smith,
The Fall,
Bang On A Can,
Flipper,
Juan Atkins,
Skarface,
Charles Mingus,
Sound Behaviour,
Al Stewart,
Loose Ends,
Cecil Taylor,
Johnny Clarke,
Nick Fraelich,
Bush Tetras,
Chrome,
Sun Ra,
Jerry's Kids,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.