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 Ireland and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Dawn Penn to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Harry Pussy,
Funky Four + One,
Tomorrow,
Joensuu 1685,
The Human League,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yaz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brand Nubian,
Q65,
Q and Not U,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quantec,
The Alarm Clocks,
Newcleus,
Idris Muhammad,
Shoche,
Max Romeo,
Mad Mike,
Skriet,
Byron Stingily,
Soul II Soul,
Silicon Teens,
X-101,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eurythmics,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
U.S. Maple,
Deadbeat,
Faust,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Trojans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wolf Eyes,
Michelle Simonal,
Amon Düül,
Lakeside,
Sandy B,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Moon,
EPMD,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Durutti Column,
Qualms,
The Count Five,
Ohio Players,
Subhumans,
John Cale,
Wasted Youth,
The Barracudas,
Procol Harum,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Reuben Wilson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Chris Corsano,
Saccharine Trust,
Second Layer,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.