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 Honduras and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 Barclay James Harvest to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Andrew Hill,
Make Up,
Shuggie Otis,
Country Teasers,
Basic Channel,
Easy Going,
Y Pants,
Leonard Cohen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sandy B,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Groovy Waters,
Spoonie Gee,
Moebius,
Ultra Naté,
Bush Tetras,
Chrome,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aaron Thompson,
The Toasters,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Pretty Things,
Ronnie Foster,
Chris & Cosey,
Young Marble Giants,
The Evens,
Rosa Yemen,
Juan Atkins,
Piero Umiliani,
Desert Stars,
Buzzcocks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camouflage,
Minor Threat,
Hashim,
Fatback Band,
48th St. Collective,
Malaria!,
R.M.O.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Red Krayola,
Dead Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
The American Breed,
the Slits,
Sun Ra,
The Slits,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Agitation Free,
Mantronix,
Reuben Wilson,
Surgeon,
The Divine Comedy,
The Human League,
The Gories,
Heaven 17,
The Misunderstood,
Section 25,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.