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 Antigua and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin 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 Pagans to the electroclash 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Pet Shop Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
Janne Schatter,
The Grass Roots,
Q65,
The Gladiators,
Sex Pistols,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Nico,
Franke,
Icehouse,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Malaria!,
Pere Ubu,
New York Dolls,
Talk Talk,
X-101,
Rekid,
Quantec,
DNA,
This Heat,
The Beau Brummels,
Wings,
China Crisis,
Little Man,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Moody Blues,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Animal Collective,
Kool Moe Dee,
Urselle,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeff Lynne,
Nirvana,
Pulsallama,
Maurizio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fear,
The Divine Comedy,
The Slits,
Todd Rundgren,
Aswad,
Girls At Our Best!,
Das Ding,
The Durutti Column,
David Bowie,
Marvin Gaye,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Selecter,
Outsiders,
Eve St. Jones,
Max Romeo,
The Mojo Men,
Robert Wyatt,
Colin Newman,
Crooked Eye,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Duran Duran,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.