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 Eritrea and from London.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Mojo Men to the disco 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator 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 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
The Blackbyrds,
Wings,
Fluxion,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wire,
Main Source,
Alison Limerick,
MC5,
Skriet,
DJ Sneak,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Laurel Aitken,
Wasted Youth,
The Doors,
Kenny Larkin,
Siglo XX,
Saccharine Trust,
Kayak,
Young Marble Giants,
A Certain Ratio,
Mission of Burma,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rekid,
U.S. Maple,
Ultravox,
Davy DMX,
Eric Dolphy,
Make Up,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neil Young,
Janne Schatter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brothers Johnson,
Morten Harket,
Ituana,
Eurythmics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marc Almond,
Marvin Gaye,
Cameo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Babytalk,
Bobby Sherman,
Sugar Minott,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Heaven 17,
June of 44,
Pylon,
John Coltrane,
Suburban Knight,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Christie,
Average White Band,
Fear,
Black Moon,
Parry Music,
48th St. Collective,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.