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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Tehran.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Pop Group to the grime 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
ABBA,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cheater Slicks,
Whodini,
MDC,
Minny Pops,
Rakim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Little Man,
Aural Exciters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Martian,
New York Dolls,
Nick Fraelich,
JFA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Young Rascals,
Stereo Dub,
Oblivians,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fela Kuti,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soft Machine,
Hoover,
Lakeside,
Desert Stars,
Janne Schatter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Panda Bear,
The Selecter,
Massinfluence,
Deadbeat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Blossom Toes,
The Smoke,
Hardrive,
ABC,
OOIOO,
The Angels of Light,
Brand Nubian,
Harmonia,
Alton Ellis,
The Dirtbombs,
Sun City Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Trojans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Popol Vuh,
Dawn Penn,
Subhumans,
The Saints,
Ponytail,
Gang Starr,
Amon Düül,
Unwound,
Groovy Waters,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.