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 Nicaragua and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Curtis Mayfield to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Iggy Pop,
Suicide,
Fatback Band,
The Monks,
Funky Four + One,
Black Flag,
Deakin,
The Angels of Light,
Banda Bassotti,
Clear Light,
Slave,
Joey Negro,
Bootsy Collins,
Lightning Bolt,
The Names,
The Skatalites,
The Offenders,
One Last Wish,
The United States of America,
Grey Daturas,
Oblivians,
Spandau Ballet,
The Black Dice,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
James White and The Blacks,
Circle Jerks,
New Order,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Patti Smith,
Colin Newman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gichy Dan,
Bill Wells,
Vainqueur,
Johnny Clarke,
Godley & Creme,
The Litter,
Kerri Chandler,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Grass Roots,
Big Daddy Kane,
Idris Muhammad,
New Age Steppers,
Ultra Naté,
Aural Exciters,
John Holt,
Pole,
The Invisible,
Lou Christie,
Kenny Larkin,
The Buckinghams,
This Heat,
Prince Buster,
Skarface,
John Lydon,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gap Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Alarm Clocks,
Model 500,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.