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 Malawi and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 The Zeros to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Christie,
Desert Stars,
Theoretical Girls,
The Smiths,
Unwound,
Faust,
Fat Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
Tommy Roe,
Peter & Gordon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dave Gahan,
Eurythmics,
Matthew Bourne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roxette,
The Birthday Party,
Danielle Patucci,
Magma,
Simply Red,
Stockholm Monsters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jeff Mills,
AZ,
Au Pairs,
Gong,
Loose Ends,
Pantaleimon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Intrusion,
Derrick Morgan,
The Saints,
The Gories,
Zero Boys,
New York Dolls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Excepter,
Tubeway Army,
Qualms,
Procol Harum,
Pere Ubu,
Pantytec,
Slave,
Bobby Sherman,
Chris Corsano,
Josef K,
the Swans,
Eden Ahbez,
Parry Music,
New Order,
The Raincoats,
Fad Gadget,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mandrill,
Youth Brigade,
Animal Collective,
Marvin Gaye,
The Searchers,
Wire,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fatback Band,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.