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 Canada and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 A Certain Ratio to the punk 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Infiniti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The New Christs,
June of 44,
Sonny Sharrock,
Vladislav Delay,
Joyce Sims,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Fraelich,
Adolescents,
The Kinks,
The Skatalites,
Circle Jerks,
Yazoo,
Smog,
The Flesh Eaters,
Donald Byrd,
the Swans,
Organ,
Peter & Gordon,
Stiv Bators,
Little Man,
Roxy Music,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sexual Harrassment,
Magma,
Faust,
Al Stewart,
Alphaville,
Bronski Beat,
Stetsasonic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Max Romeo,
Andrew Hill,
The Index,
Bad Manners,
Ituana,
Neil Young,
Aural Exciters,
Albert Ayler,
Pagans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Peter and Kerry,
Reuben Wilson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Trumans Water,
The Zeros,
The Mojo Men,
The Residents,
The Smiths,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wally Richardson,
Janne Schatter,
Marc Almond,
Skriet,
Cheater Slicks,
Scott Walker,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.