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 Panama and from Bremen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Bronski Beat,
The Cowsills,
Schoolly D,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Smoke,
The Human League,
JFA,
the Association,
10cc,
Black Pus,
DJ Style,
Electric Prunes,
China Crisis,
The Move,
Gang Gang Dance,
Magma,
Ultra Naté,
Young Marble Giants,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roger Hodgson,
Archie Shepp,
The Barracudas,
Gang of Four,
Deakin,
Make Up,
John Cale,
Lower 48,
Roxy Music,
Colin Newman,
The Golliwogs,
Tubeway Army,
Barclay James Harvest,
World's Most,
Ituana,
Mr. Review,
La Düsseldorf,
Agent Orange,
Supertramp,
Tom Boy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bootsy Collins,
Slave,
David McCallum,
Barrington Levy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Carl Craig,
Underground Resistance,
Brothers Johnson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott Heron,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.