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 Bulgaria and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Boz Scaggs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
The Monochrome Set,
Maurizio,
Dark Day,
The Velvet Underground,
John Foxx,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Supertramp,
Mandrill,
Faraquet,
Ken Boothe,
Sun City Girls,
Excepter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Invisible,
Make Up,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stockholm Monsters,
Niagra,
Freddie Wadling,
The Angels of Light,
8 Eyed Spy,
Technova,
Agitation Free,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Glenn Branca,
Gang Green,
Swans,
Rites of Spring,
Barrington Levy,
Zapp,
Grauzone,
a-ha,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cameo,
Loose Ends,
Monks,
Pantytec,
The Young Rascals,
Crime,
The Raincoats,
The Offenders,
X-101,
Rufus Thomas,
Minny Pops,
Y Pants,
Donny Hathaway,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Smog,
Talk Talk,
The Barracudas,
Scion,
Jerry's Kids,
Donald Byrd,
Althea and Donna,
the Human League,
John Lydon,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.