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 Bahrain and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the jazz 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Slick Rick,
Marc Almond,
Tubeway Army,
The Cramps,
Barclay James Harvest,
Guru Guru,
Magma,
Organ,
Lakeside,
Cameo,
Arab on Radar,
Fluxion,
a-ha,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Drexciya,
Ronnie Foster,
The Grass Roots,
Nils Olav,
Blossom Toes,
Letta Mbulu,
Little Man,
Fear,
The Monochrome Set,
Joyce Sims,
Howard Jones,
Public Enemy,
Warren Ellis,
Blancmange,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soul Sonic Force,
ABBA,
Wally Richardson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Magazine,
New Age Steppers,
Nick Fraelich,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hoover,
Basic Channel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Tears for Fears,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
David McCallum,
Anakelly,
Sound Behaviour,
Sandy B,
Boredoms,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roxette,
Japan,
Black Bananas,
The Fall,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Parry Music,
Black Flag,
Grandmaster Flash,
T.S.O.L.,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.