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 Kuwait and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Marc Almond,
Section 25,
Soft Cell,
Flipper,
The Moody Blues,
Howard Jones,
Aaron Thompson,
Banda Bassotti,
Babytalk,
Reuben Wilson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
OOIOO,
The Beau Brummels,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Khruangbin,
Lower 48,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ossler,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bronski Beat,
Derrick May,
Swans,
Roger Hodgson,
Sarah Menescal,
Blossom Toes,
Brand Nubian,
The Stooges,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tomorrow,
The Slackers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bauhaus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marmalade,
The Raincoats,
Television,
Jeff Mills,
H. Thieme,
The Vogues,
Echospace,
Laurel Aitken,
Porter Ricks,
The Skatalites,
Monolake,
This Heat,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kas Product,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Busters,
Ponytail,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marvin Gaye,
Spandau Ballet,
The Move,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sight & Sound,
Gang of Four,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.