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 Tuvalu and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rakim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scrapy,
T.S.O.L.,
the Germs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Connie Case,
R.M.O.,
Swell Maps,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fall,
The Count Five,
Kevin Saunderson,
Oblivians,
Theoretical Girls,
The Selecter,
Easy Going,
The Fortunes,
Sex Pistols,
Judy Mowatt,
David Axelrod,
Can,
Amon Düül II,
Pagans,
the Human League,
Sarah Menescal,
Joyce Sims,
The Real Kids,
Lungfish,
Jeff Mills,
Barbara Tucker,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The American Breed,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stereo Dub,
The Fire Engines,
F. McDonald,
Echospace,
Skarface,
MC5,
Bluetip,
Los Fastidios,
This Heat,
Q65,
Michelle Simonal,
The Techniques,
The Barracudas,
Quadrant,
Maurizio,
Lakeside,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mad Mike,
Symarip,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.