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 Malta and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Harpers Bizarre to the punk 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
The Tremeloes,
Eve St. Jones,
T.S.O.L.,
June Days,
The Mojo Men,
The Move,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Underground Resistance,
Warren Ellis,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Womack,
Moby Grape,
Fluxion,
Davy DMX,
Tomorrow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sixth Finger,
The Fall,
Black Moon,
Faust,
Roy Ayers,
The Searchers,
Bob Dylan,
Marine Girls,
Maurizio,
Angry Samoans,
Motorama,
Funky Four + One,
Byron Stingily,
the Bar-Kays,
Inner City,
Quadrant,
Technova,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Sherman,
Television,
Soft Machine,
Isaac Hayes,
Mars,
CMW,
Jeff Lynne,
Ossler,
Tubeway Army,
Roxy Music,
New Order,
Von Mondo,
Suicide,
The Cowsills,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Idris Muhammad,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Theoretical Girls,
Visage,
Crime,
Q and Not U,
In Retrospect,
Soul Sonic Force,
Morten Harket,
Trumans Water,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.