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 Turkmenistan and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Tommy Roe to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Leaves,
MDC,
James White and The Blacks,
Moby Grape,
Reagan Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yellowson,
Todd Terry,
Visage,
Zapp,
Todd Rundgren,
Aural Exciters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Thompson Twins,
The Modern Lovers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Smoke,
Ronnie Foster,
Radio Birdman,
Dual Sessions,
Popol Vuh,
Eric Copeland,
Kerrie Biddell,
Heaven 17,
Can,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roy Ayers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Christie,
Rites of Spring,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Unwound,
Magma,
Wally Richardson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cybotron,
Archie Shepp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
China Crisis,
The Blues Magoos,
Monks,
Josef K,
Eli Mardock,
Peter & Gordon,
Harpers Bizarre,
D'Angelo,
The Golliwogs,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gap Band,
Nico,
Soft Cell,
the Soft Cell,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.