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 Mexico and from New York.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Saints to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Jawbox,
Make Up,
Rekid,
Visage,
The Smoke,
Loose Ends,
The Doors,
Rapeman,
the Association,
Hoover,
The Neon Judgement,
Marmalade,
Skarface,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Chrome,
Guru Guru,
X-102,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Monolake,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aloha Tigers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Japan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Inner City,
Lightning Bolt,
The Techniques,
Ultra Naté,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brass Construction,
Rufus Thomas,
Young Marble Giants,
The Last Poets,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gladiators,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
U.S. Maple,
Harmonia,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kayak,
Anakelly,
Public Enemy,
John Lydon,
48th St. Collective,
Mission of Burma,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Agent Orange,
Idris Muhammad,
Godley & Creme,
Minny Pops,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Negative Approach,
The Fall,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Niagra,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.