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 Lithuania and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Silicon Teens to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Sugar Minott,
Nirvana,
Joyce Sims,
The Busters,
Eve St. Jones,
Dennis Brown,
AZ,
Avey Tare,
Animal Collective,
Cymande,
Deepchord,
Junior Murvin,
The Slits,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Freddie Wadling,
Boredoms,
Alison Limerick,
Desert Stars,
Black Moon,
Man Parrish,
Motorama,
Byron Stingily,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pussy Galore,
Peter & Gordon,
Aloha Tigers,
Todd Terry,
The Human League,
The Music Machine,
Lyres,
Rapeman,
Jerry's Kids,
Pantytec,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sixth Finger,
Moebius,
X-Ray Spex,
The Neon Judgement,
Magazine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lower 48,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Y Pants,
Michelle Simonal,
UT,
Pole,
Gang Green,
Barrington Levy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Skarface,
The Residents,
John Foxx,
Joensuu 1685,
Suicide,
Rotary Connection,
Wasted Youth,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.