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 Zimbabwe and from London.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kaleidoscope to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Pop Group,
Sound Behaviour,
Arthur Verocai,
Radiohead,
the Association,
Scientists,
Junior Murvin,
Country Teasers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barclay James Harvest,
The New Christs,
Monolake,
The Blues Magoos,
Iggy Pop,
Bluetip,
The Barracudas,
The Last Poets,
Jeff Mills,
Rhythm & Sound,
Altered Images,
PIL,
Rosa Yemen,
Judy Mowatt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bauhaus,
Piero Umiliani,
Arab on Radar,
Nils Olav,
Sex Pistols,
Alphaville,
Kerri Chandler,
Neu!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yellowson,
The Remains,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Babytalk,
The Count Five,
Gichy Dan,
Desert Stars,
the Germs,
Unrelated Segments,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scion,
Monks,
The Dirtbombs,
Scott Walker,
Erykah Badu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Toni Rubio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scan 7,
Surgeon,
Black Pus,
Dawn Penn,
Cymande,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pantaleimon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Durutti Column,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.