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 Maldives and from Mumbai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Gang of Four to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 linndrum and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Bad Manners,
Godley & Creme,
Sparks,
Thompson Twins,
Sandy B,
The Count Five,
Stereo Dub,
Jerry's Kids,
The Motions,
Alison Limerick,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soft Cell,
Dawn Penn,
Chris Corsano,
Wasted Youth,
Sun City Girls,
Eli Mardock,
Franke,
Technova,
K-Klass,
John Cale,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Spoonie Gee,
Depeche Mode,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Juan Atkins,
the Association,
Massinfluence,
the Germs,
Darondo,
Arcadia,
Negative Approach,
DJ Sneak,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eric Dolphy,
Iggy Pop,
Jacques Brel,
D'Angelo,
Rites of Spring,
The Cramps,
Erykah Badu,
Ponytail,
Funky Four + One,
Danielle Patucci,
Moebius,
Surgeon,
Al Stewart,
The Detroit Cobras,
These Immortal Souls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Faraquet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Procol Harum,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Skarface,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Trojans,
X-Ray Spex,
Yazoo,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.