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 Denmark and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 Nation of Ulysses to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ten City,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crime,
Fear,
Wolf Eyes,
Lalann,
Isaac Hayes,
Chris Corsano,
CMW,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ossler,
Flamin' Groovies,
Funky Four + One,
The Associates,
The Sonics,
The Saints,
In Retrospect,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Y Pants,
Soul Sonic Force,
Los Fastidios,
China Crisis,
Mission of Burma,
Masters at Work,
Wally Richardson,
Joe Smooth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Babytalk,
This Heat,
Ultravox,
DJ Sneak,
Kenny Larkin,
The Monochrome Set,
Sight & Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Desert Stars,
New York Dolls,
The Martian,
Wasted Youth,
Cluster,
ABC,
X-Ray Spex,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang Green,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Reagan Youth,
The Knickerbockers,
Young Marble Giants,
Warsaw,
James White and The Blacks,
Alton Ellis,
Joe Finger,
Ronan,
The United States of America,
the Germs,
Barbara Tucker,
The Motions,
Don Cherry,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.