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 Equatorial Guinea and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes 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 Alphaville to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Andrew Hill,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Pus,
The Walker Brothers,
The Durutti Column,
The Searchers,
The Gladiators,
Yaz,
Laurel Aitken,
Pulsallama,
Darondo,
Alton Ellis,
Freddie Wadling,
Underground Resistance,
F. McDonald,
Idris Muhammad,
Das Ding,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Suburban Knight,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fuzztones,
Country Teasers,
Slave,
Kaleidoscope,
The Pretty Things,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The American Breed,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fear,
the Bar-Kays,
Oneida,
Crime,
Buzzcocks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Goldenarms,
The Blackbyrds,
PIL,
Jacob Miller,
Unwound,
Agitation Free,
Aaron Thompson,
Drexciya,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fall,
EPMD,
Reuben Wilson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pussy Galore,
The Electric Prunes,
Sound Behaviour,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Severed Heads,
The Leaves,
Stereo Dub,
Bob Dylan,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.