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 Zambia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 Ronnie Foster to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DNA,
Pulsallama,
Porter Ricks,
Schoolly D,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
EPMD,
Nik Kershaw,
Joe Smooth,
Arab on Radar,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Remains,
KRS-One,
Peter & Gordon,
Tres Demented,
June Days,
The Doors,
The Human League,
Sarah Menescal,
The Residents,
The Red Krayola,
Hashim,
Dual Sessions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Blancmange,
Ituana,
Unrelated Segments,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Surgeon,
Flipper,
Quadrant,
Rosa Yemen,
Siglo XX,
Delta 5,
FM Einheit,
Morten Harket,
Eli Mardock,
The Selecter,
Marine Girls,
Infiniti,
Skriet,
Wally Richardson,
Amazonics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scientists,
Zapp,
The Move,
Suicide,
The Zeros,
Robert Hood,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soul II Soul,
Soulsonic Force,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Absolute Body Control,
Outsiders,
John Coltrane,
Steve Hackett,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.