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 Ukraine and from Philadelphia.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 The Remains to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Stiv Bators,
The Cure,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Main Source,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soulsonic Force,
Slick Rick,
Rakim,
Toni Rubio,
The Evens,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alphaville,
Boz Scaggs,
The Index,
Deepchord,
The Velvet Underground,
Sällskapet,
Lalann,
Yellowson,
Black Bananas,
the Soft Cell,
Suburban Knight,
Fear,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Absolute Body Control,
Subhumans,
Cybotron,
Slave,
Kool Moe Dee,
Leonard Cohen,
Chris & Cosey,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Count Five,
Duran Duran,
This Heat,
48th St. Collective,
The J.B.'s,
Nirvana,
Warren Ellis,
Hashim,
Michelle Simonal,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roy Ayers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Pretty Things,
Cheater Slicks,
Smog,
Joe Finger,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Dead C,
In Retrospect,
The Busters,
Jesper Dahlback,
R.M.O.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Colin Newman,
Arcadia,
Erykah Badu,
Minny Pops,
Barrington Levy,
Cymande,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.