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 Russia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joe Smooth to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Youth Brigade,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rosa Yemen,
The Black Dice,
UT,
Glenn Branca,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rites of Spring,
Outsiders,
Minny Pops,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Howard Jones,
Black Flag,
Skaos,
Babytalk,
Marmalade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dead Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Warren Ellis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scan 7,
Loose Ends,
The Alarm Clocks,
Intrusion,
Boredoms,
Nils Olav,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Oblivians,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marshall Jefferson,
Essential Logic,
Y Pants,
Steve Hackett,
The Neon Judgement,
Desert Stars,
Minor Threat,
Mars,
Brothers Johnson,
Smog,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun City Girls,
Sister Nancy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Seeds,
Roxy Music,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Pretty Things,
Carl Craig,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gabor Szabo,
Das Ding,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eric B and Rakim,
Henry Cow,
Johnny Clarke,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.