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 Montenegro and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Maleditus Sound to the rock 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator 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 harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Stereo Dub,
Sandy B,
Spandau Ballet,
Dead Boys,
The Real Kids,
The Black Dice,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Icehouse,
The Gun Club,
Hot Snakes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cal Tjader,
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mark Hollis,
Funky Four + One,
Fatback Band,
UT,
John Lydon,
Fluxion,
Hoover,
Eddi Front,
Gerry Rafferty,
Freddie Wadling,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Smiths,
Marine Girls,
Arab on Radar,
John Foxx,
The Evens,
Masters at Work,
Malaria!,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Main Source,
Sex Pistols,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sugar Minott,
The Tremeloes,
The Busters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gories,
Glambeats Corp.,
Robert Hood,
Laurel Aitken,
The Moleskins,
The Blackbyrds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Funkadelic,
The Fall,
Sällskapet,
Eric Copeland,
Unwound,
Tears for Fears,
Girls At Our Best!,
James White and The Blacks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.