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 Andorra and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Grass Roots to the rock 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Swans,
Swell Maps,
Trumans Water,
Joensuu 1685,
John Holt,
Colin Newman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
ABBA,
Scott Walker,
the Normal,
Pere Ubu,
Nirvana,
Sun Ra,
Average White Band,
Bronski Beat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Black Dice,
Yazoo,
Spandau Ballet,
Intrusion,
Funky Four + One,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Guru Guru,
Jimmy McGriff,
Peter and Kerry,
Cameo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joe Smooth,
Deadbeat,
Minny Pops,
Symarip,
Ohio Players,
Bad Manners,
David Bowie,
Index,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cal Tjader,
Mandrill,
X-102,
Lyres,
Delta 5,
Procol Harum,
Erykah Badu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Oblivians,
Silicon Teens,
Gabor Szabo,
Robert Hood,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scientists,
Juan Atkins,
Howard Jones,
The Human League,
Goldenarms,
Marcia Griffiths,
Suburban Knight,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.