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 Ghana and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eurythmics to the techno 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Dark Day,
The Move,
Cal Tjader,
Newcleus,
Wasted Youth,
X-102,
Gang of Four,
The Mojo Men,
The Walker Brothers,
Yazoo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
James White and The Blacks,
Danielle Patucci,
New York Dolls,
Index,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mummies,
Pole,
Rapeman,
Y Pants,
John Holt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Green,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soul II Soul,
Intrusion,
The Sound,
The Evens,
a-ha,
Deadbeat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
48th St. Collective,
CMW,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare,
Brand Nubian,
Television Personalities,
Joensuu 1685,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Zapp,
Pulsallama,
Pere Ubu,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tres Demented,
Suicide,
Janne Schatter,
Scientists,
Supertramp,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marine Girls,
Porter Ricks,
Hasil Adkins,
Flipper,
Mad Mike,
Buzzcocks,
the Swans,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.