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 Uzbekistan and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Moss Icon to the dance 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
DNA,
Alton Ellis,
Rotary Connection,
Agent Orange,
Alison Limerick,
The Red Krayola,
Roxy Music,
Flipper,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gerry Rafferty,
JFA,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joy Division,
Minutemen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Christie,
Albert Ayler,
The Modern Lovers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Talk Talk,
Khruangbin,
The Searchers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Michelle Simonal,
Amazonics,
Black Pus,
Moss Icon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Iggy Pop,
The Tremeloes,
the Human League,
The Human League,
OOIOO,
Moby Grape,
Gichy Dan,
Soft Cell,
The Cowsills,
Pulsallama,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rites of Spring,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nico,
Kas Product,
Charles Mingus,
Lightning Bolt,
Siglo XX,
X-102,
Tres Demented,
The Toasters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Todd Terry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dennis Brown,
Spandau Ballet,
Cal Tjader,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.