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 France and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Talk Talk to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Wings,
Boz Scaggs,
AZ,
Freddie Wadling,
Crispian St. Peters,
Peter & Gordon,
David McCallum,
Outsiders,
Niagra,
Funkadelic,
The Victims,
Alphaville,
Popol Vuh,
the Association,
Derrick Morgan,
Ken Boothe,
Ituana,
Althea and Donna,
The Busters,
Brand Nubian,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gap Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Kenny Larkin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fluxion,
Parry Music,
Monolake,
Moebius,
a-ha,
Bang On A Can,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Leaves,
Marc Almond,
Bronski Beat,
Kaleidoscope,
Malaria!,
The Toasters,
Pussy Galore,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Grass Roots,
Matthew Bourne,
Second Layer,
One Last Wish,
DNA,
Anthony Braxton,
L. Decosne,
Minor Threat,
The Human League,
Hardrive,
Arthur Verocai,
Kerri Chandler,
The Skatalites,
The Birthday Party,
Yaz,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.