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 Comoros and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
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 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 Marshall Jefferson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Excepter,
Quadrant,
Minutemen,
Sun City Girls,
The Residents,
UT,
Swell Maps,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Misunderstood,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bronski Beat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Shoche,
Metal Thangz,
Young Marble Giants,
Television,
The Happenings,
The Fortunes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soul Sonic Force,
Loose Ends,
Warsaw,
Peter & Gordon,
Lalann,
Duran Duran,
The Last Poets,
Wasted Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Sherman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kenny Larkin,
Suburban Knight,
Sight & Sound,
E-Dancer,
Talk Talk,
Parry Music,
Glenn Branca,
MC5,
The Divine Comedy,
Tears for Fears,
The J.B.'s,
ABBA,
ABC,
DJ Style,
Mad Mike,
Can,
Magazine,
The Walker Brothers,
Rotary Connection,
The Wake,
The Saints,
New Age Steppers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Victims,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scion,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.