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 Bhutan and from Bologna.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
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 Warren Ellis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Symarip,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rod Modell,
The Smoke,
The Associates,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Colin Newman,
Scion,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rakim,
Quadrant,
Quantec,
Goldenarms,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Amon Düül II,
Fear,
Crime,
Todd Terry,
Soft Machine,
Mo-Dettes,
The Young Rascals,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Terry Callier,
The Gories,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Happenings,
Cluster,
Pagans,
The Angels of Light,
Minnie Riperton,
Blossom Toes,
Ponytail,
Kayak,
The Doors,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Star Department,
B.T. Express,
Cameo,
China Crisis,
D'Angelo,
Erykah Badu,
The Black Dice,
Masters at Work,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Germs,
Godley & Creme,
Talk Talk,
Lower 48,
KRS-One,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arcadia,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Depeche Mode,
The Walker Brothers,
X-101,
The Invisible,
Cheater Slicks,
The Music Machine,
Ultravox,
Stockholm Monsters,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.