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 Guinea-Bissau and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin 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 Barry Ungar to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Das Ding,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Normal,
Pulsallama,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bauhaus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Flag,
Clear Light,
Supertramp,
China Crisis,
The Busters,
Magma,
Deepchord,
Chrome,
Fat Boys,
Avey Tare,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Groovy Waters,
Colin Newman,
Bill Near,
Agent Orange,
Todd Terry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Unrelated Segments,
Joyce Sims,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultravox,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mo-Dettes,
Scientists,
Nation of Ulysses,
Morten Harket,
Minutemen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eurythmics,
One Last Wish,
The American Breed,
The Electric Prunes,
Juan Atkins,
Newcleus,
The Move,
Althea and Donna,
Brothers Johnson,
Dead Boys,
The Gladiators,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Derrick Morgan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ituana,
the Swans,
Tears for Fears,
Grauzone,
ABC,
Anakelly,
Mary Jane Girls,
In Retrospect,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bob Dylan,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.