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 Peru and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Duran Duran to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roger Hodgson,
the Germs,
Organ,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Royal Trux,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Robert Hood,
Pulsallama,
Scrapy,
The Birthday Party,
Ohio Players,
Brick,
ABBA,
The Skatalites,
Fad Gadget,
LL Cool J,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fall,
The Selecter,
The Litter,
Maurizio,
David McCallum,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sex Pistols,
Icehouse,
Quantec,
Magma,
Scientists,
Eric Dolphy,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fortunes,
The Divine Comedy,
Thee Headcoats,
K-Klass,
Mars,
Young Marble Giants,
New Age Steppers,
PIL,
Tres Demented,
Mantronix,
Visage,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ituana,
Gabor Szabo,
Neil Young,
Laurel Aitken,
Basic Channel,
The Leaves,
Slick Rick,
Camouflage,
Japan,
The Monks,
Arcadia,
Unrelated Segments,
The Modern Lovers,
The Stooges,
48th St. Collective,
Terrestrial Tones,
Franke,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.