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 Costa Rica and from Edmonton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Albert Ayler,
Stiv Bators,
Rakim,
Erasure,
Sällskapet,
Scion,
UT,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Q65,
Infiniti,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Detroit Cobras,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Buckinghams,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Offenders,
The Invisible,
Eric Copeland,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wolf Eyes,
David Bowie,
Susan Cadogan,
Dark Day,
Piero Umiliani,
Derrick May,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Suburban Knight,
Moss Icon,
Kas Product,
Pierre Henry,
New Order,
Liliput,
The Toasters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Glambeats Corp.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Busters,
Bauhaus,
Eric B and Rakim,
K-Klass,
Brick,
Joyce Sims,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeff Lynne,
CMW,
Motorama,
Gichy Dan,
David Axelrod,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cowsills,
David McCallum,
The Count Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Five Americans,
Joe Finger,
Todd Rundgren,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.