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 Saudi Arabia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Kevin Saunderson to the crunk 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minor Threat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deepchord,
Skaos,
Rites of Spring,
Altered Images,
Oblivians,
the Soft Cell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pylon,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hashim,
Kayak,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eurythmics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Neil Young,
Chrome,
Angry Samoans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Reed,
Donald Byrd,
Kaleidoscope,
The Golliwogs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ronan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
F. McDonald,
Anthony Braxton,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Vogues,
Zapp,
Pussy Galore,
Darondo,
Mission of Burma,
Tommy Roe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Techniques,
Metal Thangz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nik Kershaw,
Cybotron,
Wasted Youth,
John Foxx,
Eve St. Jones,
Agent Orange,
Ultravox,
Tres Demented,
The Neon Judgement,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Sound,
MDC,
Youth Brigade,
X-Ray Spex,
FM Einheit,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.