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 South Sudan and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Soft Cell to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Bananas,
B.T. Express,
Joe Smooth,
Chris Corsano,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Monochrome Set,
La Düsseldorf,
Fatback Band,
Interpol,
Lightning Bolt,
Agitation Free,
Arcadia,
AZ,
Cal Tjader,
Roxette,
Gang Green,
Trumans Water,
Skaos,
The Mummies,
DNA,
Stiv Bators,
Excepter,
Whodini,
Ronnie Foster,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cluster,
Circle Jerks,
The Cramps,
Barbara Tucker,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fall,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mission of Burma,
Simply Red,
Roy Ayers,
The Victims,
Skarface,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Electric Prunes,
The Knickerbockers,
Robert Wyatt,
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jacob Miller,
John Cale,
Funky Four + One,
World's Most,
Porter Ricks,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tim Buckley,
Von Mondo,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fuzztones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Invisible,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.