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 Solomon Islands and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Harpers Bizarre to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes 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 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
The Misunderstood,
Magazine,
Cal Tjader,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fatback Band,
Nick Fraelich,
The Remains,
Todd Rundgren,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
K-Klass,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Radiohead,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fat Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Anakelly,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yazoo,
The Monochrome Set,
Matthew Halsall,
The American Breed,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
June Days,
Roxy Music,
Brand Nubian,
The Vogues,
Fugazi,
Ice-T,
Morten Harket,
Can,
The Fire Engines,
Vladislav Delay,
Mandrill,
Quantec,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Sherman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Reagan Youth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Pretty Things,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Carl Craig,
Don Cherry,
Flipper,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ronan,
John Lydon,
One Last Wish,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dead C,
The Kinks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Prince Buster,
UT,
Bauhaus,
Minnie Riperton,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.