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 Niger and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the disco 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Stiv Bators,
Wally Richardson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Morten Harket,
Junior Murvin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Vogues,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Arthur Verocai,
U.S. Maple,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Zeros,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Subhumans,
Nas,
Porter Ricks,
Grey Daturas,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Coltrane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Association,
Minutemen,
Ohio Players,
Gichy Dan,
Gabor Szabo,
Stetsasonic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pantytec,
Pere Ubu,
The Sound,
The Fortunes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grandmaster Flash,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Make Up,
E-Dancer,
Intrusion,
James White and The Blacks,
The Beau Brummels,
Terry Callier,
David Bowie,
Sun Ra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Model 500,
Brass Construction,
Judy Mowatt,
Rosa Yemen,
Boredoms,
Whodini,
Boz Scaggs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Donny Hathaway,
Davy DMX,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Popol Vuh,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.