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 Bangladesh and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Matthew Bourne,
Byron Stingily,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minor Threat,
Magma,
Skaos,
The Five Americans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Happenings,
Johnny Clarke,
T.S.O.L.,
B.T. Express,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Leaves,
June of 44,
Scan 7,
Supertramp,
Dennis Brown,
Masters at Work,
Fear,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Organ,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Victims,
The Smiths,
Stiv Bators,
Malaria!,
Wolf Eyes,
Depeche Mode,
Frankie Knuckles,
ABBA,
Television Personalities,
The Monochrome Set,
Suicide,
Electric Prunes,
Oneida,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ossler,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Monks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Golliwogs,
Junior Murvin,
Porter Ricks,
Lyres,
Amazonics,
Reuben Wilson,
Adolescents,
Lucky Dragons,
Pantytec,
Throbbing Gristle,
Traffic Nightmare,
Silicon Teens,
Scrapy,
David Axelrod,
The Associates,
Cameo,
JFA,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.