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 Denmark and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Bobby Byrd to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Big Daddy Kane,
New Order,
Ronan,
Morten Harket,
Tim Buckley,
Joe Smooth,
Yellowson,
Scientists,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soul II Soul,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
ABBA,
Peter & Gordon,
Vainqueur,
Sister Nancy,
Monolake,
Blake Baxter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joe Finger,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Icehouse,
Television,
Maurizio,
Kas Product,
cv313,
Sällskapet,
Pagans,
Mark Hollis,
Urselle,
the Association,
Marc Almond,
Throbbing Gristle,
Byron Stingily,
John Foxx,
Trumans Water,
The Barracudas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Aaron Thompson,
Cluster,
Minor Threat,
Accadde A,
Matthew Bourne,
Kaleidoscope,
Bob Dylan,
Joensuu 1685,
Eden Ahbez,
The Mojo Men,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aloha Tigers,
Marshall Jefferson,
AZ,
Ultra Naté,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Residents,
The Index,
Johnny Clarke,
Infiniti,
Crash Course in Science,
The Seeds,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.