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 China and from Houston.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the rock 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Make Up,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Essential Logic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Model 500,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Angry Samoans,
The Count Five,
Camouflage,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bauhaus,
Connie Case,
The Offenders,
Yazoo,
The Divine Comedy,
Index,
Altered Images,
The Music Machine,
Quadrant,
The Black Dice,
Rod Modell,
Sällskapet,
Arcadia,
Dennis Brown,
Slave,
B.T. Express,
Masters at Work,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crooked Eye,
Suicide,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Mummies,
Aswad,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dave Clark Five,
Animal Collective,
Youth Brigade,
Moby Grape,
Donald Byrd,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ronan,
MDC,
Qualms,
David Bowie,
Danielle Patucci,
Juan Atkins,
Clear Light,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Searchers,
Barry Ungar,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alphaville,
These Immortal Souls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Thompson Twins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Man Eating Sloth,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.