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 Russia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Crooked Eye to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Johnny Clarke,
AZ,
Mark Hollis,
Main Source,
Arcadia,
Arthur Verocai,
The Misunderstood,
Black Bananas,
John Lydon,
Prince Buster,
Popol Vuh,
Zapp,
Darondo,
Cymande,
DJ Sneak,
Spoonie Gee,
New York Dolls,
The Moody Blues,
Al Stewart,
Pet Shop Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
The Golliwogs,
Altered Images,
Toni Rubio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dawn Penn,
The Alarm Clocks,
Silicon Teens,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fela Kuti,
the Association,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Circle Jerks,
Jacques Brel,
X-101,
Intrusion,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Warren Ellis,
The Smiths,
Japan,
Technova,
Joy Division,
The Gun Club,
The Smoke,
Quantec,
Soft Cell,
Leonard Cohen,
Sandy B,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barry Ungar,
Shuggie Otis,
Index,
The American Breed,
Yazoo,
Porter Ricks,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.