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 Turkey and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 Association to the grime 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
F. McDonald,
Fad Gadget,
Lucky Dragons,
Vladislav Delay,
The Monochrome Set,
Monolake,
Bootsy Collins,
Marvin Gaye,
Banda Bassotti,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cameo,
The Vogues,
R.M.O.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
MDC,
Tommy Roe,
Quadrant,
Minnie Riperton,
Bronski Beat,
These Immortal Souls,
The Human League,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yellowson,
Ken Boothe,
Soft Cell,
The Cowsills,
Gang Starr,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jandek,
Niagra,
Bad Manners,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Make Up,
Outsiders,
ABBA,
Radiopuhelimet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra,
Crooked Eye,
The Fortunes,
Swell Maps,
Drexciya,
Roxy Music,
The Saints,
Sly & The Family Stone,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Bar-Kays,
Al Stewart,
The Real Kids,
Moss Icon,
Patti Smith,
Boredoms,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tropical Tobacco,
Drive Like Jehu,
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.