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 Gambia and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Names to the grime 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Magazine,
Funky Four + One,
Black Pus,
New York Dolls,
Icehouse,
Arab on Radar,
The Associates,
Jerry Gold Smith,
H. Thieme,
Franke,
CMW,
Grauzone,
Nation of Ulysses,
Main Source,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fugs,
Harmonia,
Big Daddy Kane,
Funkadelic,
The Velvet Underground,
Sugar Minott,
Audionom,
Lalann,
Tears for Fears,
Symarip,
Aaron Thompson,
Dual Sessions,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Young Rascals,
Oblivians,
cv313,
Fatback Band,
Don Cherry,
Idris Muhammad,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gories,
Godley & Creme,
Roy Ayers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Negative Approach,
Sandy B,
Harry Pussy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobby Womack,
Skarface,
the Association,
The Smiths,
Niagra,
Babytalk,
Ronnie Foster,
Schoolly D,
The Modern Lovers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Moon,
David Axelrod,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.