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 Kazakhstan and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Tom Boy to the crunk 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Cheater Slicks,
Swell Maps,
June Days,
Thompson Twins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
E-Dancer,
The Remains,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Byrd,
Nik Kershaw,
Von Mondo,
Camouflage,
Chris & Cosey,
The Real Kids,
the Bar-Kays,
Pantytec,
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Henry Cow,
Jacob Miller,
Slave,
Suicide,
X-101,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Section 25,
The Velvet Underground,
Urselle,
Scott Walker,
Bush Tetras,
Avey Tare,
Soft Cell,
Faust,
John Holt,
Depeche Mode,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Human League,
Jeff Lynne,
New Order,
Letta Mbulu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pole,
Lindisfarne,
Isaac Hayes,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Zeros,
Duran Duran,
Erasure,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hot Snakes,
Alphaville,
Tomorrow,
Joy Division,
Siglo XX,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.