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 Ethiopia and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 Eddi Front to the rock 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
The Dave Clark Five,
Television Personalities,
Simply Red,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thompson Twins,
Dark Day,
Khruangbin,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Reed,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Red Krayola,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Basic Channel,
Scratch Acid,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Flipper,
The Slackers,
Aural Exciters,
Saccharine Trust,
Blancmange,
Vainqueur,
Deakin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fire Engines,
the Swans,
Soulsonic Force,
These Immortal Souls,
Inner City,
John Coltrane,
Oneida,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Victims,
Tears for Fears,
Fela Kuti,
Mantronix,
Brand Nubian,
Moss Icon,
Crime,
Hardrive,
Sun Ra,
Heaven 17,
Al Stewart,
Johnny Clarke,
Minny Pops,
Rites of Spring,
Sugar Minott,
Unrelated Segments,
Bill Wells,
Mr. Review,
Yazoo,
Crooked Eye,
Dead Boys,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.