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 South Sudan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Ronan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Ice-T,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Zapp,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Graham Central Station,
Bill Wells,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Au Pairs,
Amon Düül II,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
E-Dancer,
Crime,
The Walker Brothers,
New Age Steppers,
Q65,
The Dirtbombs,
Desert Stars,
The American Breed,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Divine Comedy,
Intrusion,
Half Japanese,
Nico,
Quando Quango,
Fela Kuti,
Henry Cow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rekid,
David McCallum,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Toasters,
Deadbeat,
Pantytec,
Magma,
The Gap Band,
Scrapy,
Jesper Dahlback,
EPMD,
Youth Brigade,
Tomorrow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sixth Finger,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Das Ding,
Moebius,
R.M.O.,
Soulsonic Force,
Deakin,
Thompson Twins,
The Smiths,
The Knickerbockers,
Can,
Ken Boothe,
ABC,
Aaron Thompson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camouflage,
Depeche Mode,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.