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 China and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Soft Cell to the grunge 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Kurtis Blow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sixth Finger,
The Wake,
Rekid,
F. McDonald,
Nik Kershaw,
Rites of Spring,
The Doors,
Brass Construction,
June of 44,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lucky Dragons,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Popol Vuh,
Scion,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Knickerbockers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Sheep,
Donny Hathaway,
Little Man,
Mars,
Sun Ra,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun City Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Traffic Nightmare,
Byron Stingily,
Rosa Yemen,
Isaac Hayes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Archie Shepp,
Judy Mowatt,
Angry Samoans,
Brand Nubian,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Young Rascals,
Interpol,
Amon Düül,
Quadrant,
Lee Hazlewood,
Outsiders,
The Beau Brummels,
Q65,
X-101,
Subhumans,
Blancmange,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tommy Roe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
Neu!,
The American Breed,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Offenders,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.