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 Grenada 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cosmic Jokers to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
K-Klass,
Pet Shop Boys,
Icehouse,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Warsaw,
Lakeside,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scratch Acid,
Darondo,
Essential Logic,
Suicide,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roxy Music,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grandmaster Flash,
Newcleus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jerry's Kids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bauhaus,
Leonard Cohen,
Clear Light,
Sister Nancy,
Scan 7,
The Toasters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blake Baxter,
Bluetip,
Black Bananas,
Jeff Lynne,
Stetsasonic,
Funkadelic,
The Saints,
Gichy Dan,
The Angels of Light,
Y Pants,
Slick Rick,
Radiopuhelimet,
Iggy Pop,
The Birthday Party,
E-Dancer,
Donny Hathaway,
The Star Department,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Golliwogs,
Livin' Joy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Patti Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
JFA,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kerrie Biddell,
kango's stein massive,
Cybotron,
Crooked Eye,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.