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 Bahamas and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 The Blues Magoos 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
D'Angelo,
Pylon,
The Cowsills,
The Cure,
the Bar-Kays,
Intrusion,
Archie Shepp,
Television Personalities,
Marmalade,
Al Stewart,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Seeds,
The Gap Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
OOIOO,
World's Most,
Babytalk,
a-ha,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Organ,
Peter & Gordon,
Soulsonic Force,
Crooked Eye,
Ice-T,
B.T. Express,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moby Grape,
Bush Tetras,
Negative Approach,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Busters,
The Fuzztones,
Zapp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Excepter,
Public Enemy,
The Durutti Column,
Los Fastidios,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Loose Ends,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stockholm Monsters,
Graham Central Station,
Tom Boy,
Boredoms,
These Immortal Souls,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Womack,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gastr Del Sol,
Inner City,
Yaz,
Charles Mingus,
Jacob Miller,
Dead Boys,
The Pop Group,
UT,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.