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 Cuba and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ 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 Mark Hollis to the rock 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Anakelly,
The Associates,
The Trojans,
Isaac Hayes,
Negative Approach,
Barrington Levy,
The Standells,
Idris Muhammad,
Tears for Fears,
X-102,
Rufus Thomas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Television Personalities,
Roxette,
Joe Smooth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Prince Buster,
Blossom Toes,
Sarah Menescal,
Mandrill,
Wolf Eyes,
Fluxion,
The Dead C,
World's Most,
Fat Boys,
The Real Kids,
Roxy Music,
Subhumans,
Danielle Patucci,
L. Decosne,
Pagans,
Reagan Youth,
DJ Sneak,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Angry Samoans,
June Days,
Moebius,
Essential Logic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Steve Hackett,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Wake,
Grey Daturas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yaz,
Wings,
Fatback Band,
Connie Case,
Lucky Dragons,
Tres Demented,
Adolescents,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.