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 Spain and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 10cc to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Al Stewart,
Goldenarms,
The Knickerbockers,
kango's stein massive,
Maleditus Sound,
Alison Limerick,
Au Pairs,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun City Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
The J.B.'s,
The Dead C,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Music Machine,
Sixth Finger,
Kaleidoscope,
Mr. Review,
The Angels of Light,
Barrington Levy,
Byron Stingily,
Cheater Slicks,
The Evens,
The Vogues,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Derrick May,
Agitation Free,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Judy Mowatt,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neil Young,
One Last Wish,
Skaos,
Television Personalities,
Qualms,
Maurizio,
Althea and Donna,
X-102,
The Selecter,
a-ha,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Detroit Cobras,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kerrie Biddell,
Easy Going,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Skatalites,
The Gladiators,
Steve Hackett,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cramps,
Bush Tetras,
Parry Music,
Accadde A,
Prince Buster,
Gerry Rafferty,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.