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 Mauritania and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Graham Central Station,
The Sonics,
Aswad,
Aural Exciters,
Organ,
Malaria!,
The Shadows of Knight,
China Crisis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jacob Miller,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hot Snakes,
10cc,
Mantronix,
Brand Nubian,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chrome,
Lyres,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tommy Roe,
The Dirtbombs,
Blancmange,
The Cramps,
the Bar-Kays,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tears for Fears,
Circle Jerks,
The Modern Lovers,
Amazonics,
Intrusion,
Bobby Byrd,
Lalann,
Kool Moe Dee,
Slave,
Essential Logic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
In Retrospect,
Sister Nancy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Johnny Osbourne,
T. Rex,
Rotary Connection,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sugar Minott,
Echospace,
Massinfluence,
Neu!,
Bang On A Can,
Henry Cow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
CMW,
The Saints,
Gang Starr,
Warsaw,
David McCallum,
The Sound,
Faraquet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.