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 Belgium and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sixth Finger to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Toasters,
Zero Boys,
Ten City,
The Count Five,
Spandau Ballet,
Alison Limerick,
Cluster,
Todd Rundgren,
Yaz,
Heaven 17,
Crispy Ambulance,
Chrome,
Connie Case,
Mandrill,
Intrusion,
Skriet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Max Romeo,
June Days,
Nick Fraelich,
Au Pairs,
Dave Gahan,
Kenny Larkin,
Aaron Thompson,
The Slits,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David Bowie,
Parry Music,
Sister Nancy,
Marc Almond,
Section 25,
The Moody Blues,
Jandek,
DJ Sneak,
The Beau Brummels,
Erykah Badu,
Swans,
Los Fastidios,
Surgeon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bill Near,
Gregory Isaacs,
Isaac Hayes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crime,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pharoah Sanders,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Mojo Men,
The Selecter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Donald Byrd,
The Durutti Column,
Matthew Halsall,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeff Mills,
Eric Dolphy,
Avey Tare,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.