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 Lyon.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
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 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 Lightning Bolt to the jazz 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
The Fall,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fugazi,
Prince Buster,
Fluxion,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Negative Approach,
Heaven 17,
Susan Cadogan,
Subhumans,
Interpol,
10cc,
Visage,
Curtis Mayfield,
Warren Ellis,
The Index,
Ossler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Whodini,
Popol Vuh,
Patti Smith,
Massinfluence,
Zero Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Flipper,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wasted Youth,
The Residents,
The Neon Judgement,
Yellowson,
Gang of Four,
U.S. Maple,
FM Einheit,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ash Ra Tempel,
China Crisis,
Byron Stingily,
The Offenders,
Underground Resistance,
KRS-One,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeff Mills,
Technova,
In Retrospect,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aural Exciters,
Sixth Finger,
Brick,
One Last Wish,
Mission of Burma,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sister Nancy,
Bluetip,
a-ha,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Robert Görl,
Derrick Morgan,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.