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 Liberia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 Barclay James Harvest to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Gong,
Suicide,
Frankie Knuckles,
Junior Murvin,
Marmalade,
Lou Reed,
Ornette Coleman,
Groovy Waters,
The Music Machine,
Absolute Body Control,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Derrick May,
Television Personalities,
Hardrive,
Ituana,
the Bar-Kays,
Althea and Donna,
The Slackers,
Ludus,
Deakin,
Wasted Youth,
The Victims,
the Soft Cell,
Qualms,
The Fall,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Interpol,
Youth Brigade,
Carl Craig,
Spandau Ballet,
Anakelly,
Ultra Naté,
Dave Gahan,
Sällskapet,
Harmonia,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
CMW,
Byron Stingily,
The Standells,
Goldenarms,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Sherman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camberwell Now,
Sugar Minott,
Lungfish,
The Raincoats,
Arab on Radar,
Organ,
Zero Boys,
The Doors,
Aaron Thompson,
Pulsallama,
Minor Threat,
Joey Negro,
Prince Buster,
In Retrospect,
Roy Ayers,
Hasil Adkins,
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.