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 Ecuador and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Camberwell Now to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Youth Brigade,
The Skatalites,
Niagra,
Cameo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Toni Rubio,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nik Kershaw,
Todd Rundgren,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moby Grape,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Invisible,
Al Stewart,
Soft Machine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Howard Jones,
Ultravox,
DNA,
Severed Heads,
Aaron Thompson,
Davy DMX,
Tim Buckley,
UT,
Nico,
Minor Threat,
Dawn Penn,
Section 25,
Sparks,
The Real Kids,
Fatback Band,
Scrapy,
Warren Ellis,
New Age Steppers,
Frankie Knuckles,
KRS-One,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Germs,
Easy Going,
Y Pants,
Mark Hollis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Tremeloes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mandrill,
Q and Not U,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Mummies,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Womack,
Dual Sessions,
Nas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Blackbyrds,
Kerri Chandler,
The Slits,
The Victims,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.