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 South Sudan and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Roxette to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Sherman,
Man Parrish,
Con Funk Shun,
Brothers Johnson,
Niagra,
The Gun Club,
Gil Scott Heron,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scan 7,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skarface,
Trumans Water,
Banda Bassotti,
The Slackers,
Vladislav Delay,
Susan Cadogan,
Dawn Penn,
Guru Guru,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Section 25,
Arthur Verocai,
Royal Trux,
Average White Band,
the Germs,
Metal Thangz,
Marcia Griffiths,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Move,
Black Moon,
Make Up,
Erasure,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Hutcherson,
David Bowie,
Nick Fraelich,
These Immortal Souls,
Symarip,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Goldenarms,
Barrington Levy,
The Associates,
Roy Ayers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Simply Red,
EPMD,
Dave Gahan,
Freddie Wadling,
The Zeros,
Henry Cow,
8 Eyed Spy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amazonics,
MDC,
Shoche,
Arcadia,
Black Sheep,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Christie,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.