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 Bolivia and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 Cymande to the techno 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Trumans Water,
Visage,
Black Pus,
Lucky Dragons,
Rakim,
The Grass Roots,
David McCallum,
Suburban Knight,
The Victims,
Shoche,
China Crisis,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fortunes,
Fela Kuti,
Laurel Aitken,
John Holt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
MDC,
Livin' Joy,
Buzzcocks,
Sun City Girls,
Altered Images,
E-Dancer,
The Happenings,
Mandrill,
Smog,
World's Most,
Whodini,
the Germs,
Grey Daturas,
Kayak,
Idris Muhammad,
Spandau Ballet,
Aloha Tigers,
Dave Gahan,
Camberwell Now,
Kurtis Blow,
CMW,
Fat Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Smoke,
Barrington Levy,
Ten City,
Isaac Hayes,
Infiniti,
Suicide,
Qualms,
Flash Fearless,
Icehouse,
Brothers Johnson,
Monks,
Lindisfarne,
Ultra Naté,
The Leaves,
The Standells,
The Moleskins,
Severed Heads,
Chris & Cosey,
ABBA,
T. Rex,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.