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 Ecuador and from Sao Paulo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 a-ha to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Shuggie Otis,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Reed,
Rakim,
Fatback Band,
Bronski Beat,
Yaz,
In Retrospect,
The Star Department,
Siglo XX,
Pylon,
Roxette,
World's Most,
Lucky Dragons,
The Leaves,
the Swans,
Technova,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
A Certain Ratio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scrapy,
Nico,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
KRS-One,
Slick Rick,
T. Rex,
the Slits,
Skaos,
John Coltrane,
The Knickerbockers,
Q65,
Arab on Radar,
The Wake,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Hood,
Ten City,
Tubeway Army,
The Trojans,
Glenn Branca,
Arcadia,
Model 500,
Prince Buster,
Sexual Harrassment,
Connie Case,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lalann,
Eurythmics,
UT,
Al Stewart,
The Mojo Men,
The Busters,
Bobby Sherman,
Grey Daturas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
CMW,
Barrington Levy,
Saccharine Trust,
Anakelly,
Ultravox,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.