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 Malawi and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 T. Rex to the electroclash 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
The Offenders,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tim Buckley,
New York Dolls,
Radiohead,
The Barracudas,
Brass Construction,
Circle Jerks,
Black Moon,
Kerri Chandler,
Alison Limerick,
The Dave Clark Five,
Slick Rick,
The Shadows of Knight,
Quantec,
Derrick May,
Crooked Eye,
X-Ray Spex,
One Last Wish,
The Raincoats,
Quando Quango,
Drive Like Jehu,
Can,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
MC5,
Lalo Schifrin,
L. Decosne,
Icehouse,
Roger Hodgson,
The Young Rascals,
Darondo,
Rosa Yemen,
Colin Newman,
John Lydon,
Livin' Joy,
Unrelated Segments,
David McCallum,
Brick,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roxy Music,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Modern Lovers,
Simply Red,
The Divine Comedy,
The Red Krayola,
The Pop Group,
Bauhaus,
New Age Steppers,
Newcleus,
The Smoke,
China Crisis,
D'Angelo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Man Parrish,
Stetsasonic,
DJ Sneak,
Gong,
The Selecter,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.