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 Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Buckinghams to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Chris Corsano,
Warren Ellis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
a-ha,
The Cowsills,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
David Bowie,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Flipper,
Negative Approach,
Andrew Hill,
Smog,
Roxette,
Magma,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Y Pants,
Depeche Mode,
F. McDonald,
Quando Quango,
Visage,
Shuggie Otis,
Anakelly,
Nick Fraelich,
Toni Rubio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cybotron,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric Dolphy,
The Electric Prunes,
Franke,
June of 44,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kayak,
Young Marble Giants,
Laurel Aitken,
The American Breed,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Byrd,
The Five Americans,
Tears for Fears,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Angry Samoans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bootsy Collins,
Aloha Tigers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roxy Music,
Marine Girls,
The Residents,
Rekid,
Sällskapet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Henry Cow,
Iggy Pop,
Cymande,
Jesper Dahlback,
Junior Murvin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joey Negro,
Model 500,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.