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 Liberia 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet 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 H. Thieme to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Pylon,
Bobby Sherman,
Roger Hodgson,
Dave Gahan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gichy Dan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Godley & Creme,
Drexciya,
Masters at Work,
Mantronix,
The Sound,
Monolake,
Peter & Gordon,
F. McDonald,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Donald Byrd,
the Swans,
Skriet,
Cameo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wings,
X-101,
The Pretty Things,
The Angels of Light,
Roy Ayers,
Deepchord,
Susan Cadogan,
Brick,
Sparks,
Kurtis Blow,
The Grass Roots,
Underground Resistance,
The Fugs,
Sonny Sharrock,
David McCallum,
Moss Icon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soft Machine,
Blake Baxter,
Panda Bear,
Danielle Patucci,
Essential Logic,
Wally Richardson,
The Seeds,
Eli Mardock,
Jeff Mills,
Trumans Water,
Organ,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tears for Fears,
Fela Kuti,
Minor Threat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yusef Lateef,
Mission of Burma,
The Doors,
The Kinks,
Massinfluence,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fortunes,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.