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 Yemen and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Essential Logic to the disco 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Rapeman,
The Sound,
Roxy Music,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Starr,
Bobbi Humphrey,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Faraquet,
The Angels of Light,
Kurtis Blow,
Piero Umiliani,
Section 25,
Silicon Teens,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pulsallama,
Amazonics,
Isaac Hayes,
Cymande,
Ronnie Foster,
Groovy Waters,
Aloha Tigers,
Janne Schatter,
Hardrive,
Outsiders,
Bill Near,
Chrome,
Hot Snakes,
Quantec,
Simply Red,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sparks,
Shoche,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Monks,
Pagans,
Organ,
New Order,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Saints,
Joe Smooth,
The Associates,
Moby Grape,
Soul II Soul,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Normal,
Wasted Youth,
Derrick May,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Wake,
Warsaw,
Malaria!,
Judy Mowatt,
the Swans,
Loose Ends,
Duran Duran,
The Sonics,
The American Breed,
Danielle Patucci,
Dave Gahan,
Gang Green,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.