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 Bahrain and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Aloha Tigers to the rock 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Excepter,
The Blues Magoos,
Lalann,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hoover,
Country Teasers,
Heaven 17,
Joensuu 1685,
EPMD,
Bill Near,
Procol Harum,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dave Gahan,
Eurythmics,
Jerry's Kids,
Yusef Lateef,
the Human League,
Interpol,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Electric Prunes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Byrd,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
A Certain Ratio,
Robert Görl,
Hashim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wally Richardson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Urselle,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joyce Sims,
10cc,
Davy DMX,
Fatback Band,
The Barracudas,
The Count Five,
Radio Birdman,
Sarah Menescal,
Sexual Harrassment,
X-102,
Derrick May,
Rapeman,
Rufus Thomas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Massinfluence,
The Selecter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brick,
Unwound,
Dual Sessions,
Boredoms,
cv313,
Hasil Adkins,
Crooked Eye,
The Associates,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.