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 Solomon Islands and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Heaven 17 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Camouflage,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ponytail,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Black Dice,
K-Klass,
Swell Maps,
The Searchers,
Outsiders,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aaron Thompson,
David Bowie,
Iggy Pop,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nils Olav,
JFA,
The Zeros,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Visage,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Smoke,
Buzzcocks,
Japan,
Anakelly,
The Tremeloes,
Fatback Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Avey Tare,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mr. Review,
Piero Umiliani,
Scratch Acid,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sparks,
The Move,
Erasure,
Toni Rubio,
Scan 7,
Subhumans,
New Age Steppers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Smog,
the Association,
Monolake,
John Lydon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Chrome,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pulsallama,
Icehouse,
Average White Band,
Erykah Badu,
MDC,
Technova,
Aural Exciters,
Reagan Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.