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 Nigeria and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 48th St. Collective to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yaz,
Slick Rick,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Birthday Party,
Lalann,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sam Rivers,
Half Japanese,
Roger Hodgson,
Model 500,
Banda Bassotti,
Marine Girls,
Das Ding,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joensuu 1685,
Marmalade,
Mo-Dettes,
Average White Band,
Country Teasers,
Marc Almond,
Kerrie Biddell,
Circle Jerks,
Whodini,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rosa Yemen,
Ituana,
Aswad,
T.S.O.L.,
Howard Jones,
These Immortal Souls,
Ossler,
Funky Four + One,
T. Rex,
Pagans,
Robert Hood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Moon,
Scrapy,
Chris & Cosey,
H. Thieme,
The Knickerbockers,
DNA,
The Saints,
Organ,
Pere Ubu,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang Starr,
PIL,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aural Exciters,
Sugar Minott,
OOIOO,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Idris Muhammad,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Laurel Aitken,
Tim Buckley,
The Music Machine,
Joe Smooth,
Minnie Riperton,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.