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 Lebanon and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Soul II Soul,
E-Dancer,
Quando Quango,
Skarface,
The Electric Prunes,
The Seeds,
Joe Finger,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aural Exciters,
Dave Gahan,
Wire,
The Blackbyrds,
Easy Going,
Sun City Girls,
AZ,
Jesper Dahlback,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Clear Light,
Laurel Aitken,
Judy Mowatt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Chris & Cosey,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Happenings,
Howard Jones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pylon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Intrusion,
The Knickerbockers,
Brass Construction,
Marc Almond,
Marshall Jefferson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joyce Sims,
The Cure,
Subhumans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Raincoats,
Sound Behaviour,
John Holt,
Circle Jerks,
Bad Manners,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alton Ellis,
Cybotron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Flag,
The Doors,
Soulsonic Force,
Motorama,
X-Ray Spex,
Surgeon,
Magma,
Bobby Womack,
Yellowson,
Depeche Mode,
JFA,
Mo-Dettes,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.