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 Papua New Guinea and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro 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 The Divine Comedy to the electroclash 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Erasure,
Soft Cell,
Main Source,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eric Dolphy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eddi Front,
Country Teasers,
Aaron Thompson,
Au Pairs,
Mars,
Barry Ungar,
Outsiders,
Kayak,
Jeff Mills,
Soulsonic Force,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Charles Mingus,
Colin Newman,
Public Enemy,
Crash Course in Science,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alphaville,
Mandrill,
Ultimate Spinach,
Prince Buster,
The Angels of Light,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Buzzcocks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Average White Band,
Slave,
Judy Mowatt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lungfish,
The Moleskins,
The Walker Brothers,
World's Most,
The Motions,
The Doors,
Junior Murvin,
Mantronix,
Slick Rick,
Joe Smooth,
Youth Brigade,
Depeche Mode,
Los Fastidios,
Robert Görl,
The Dirtbombs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Josef K,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dennis Brown,
Blancmange,
Black Moon,
Dave Gahan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Danielle Patucci,
The Grass Roots,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.