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 Barbados and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 Bologna and Philadelphia.
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 mellotron 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 Ronnie Foster to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
The Music Machine,
The Angels of Light,
The Alarm Clocks,
La Düsseldorf,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Grass Roots,
Peter and Kerry,
Subhumans,
The United States of America,
Blossom Toes,
Althea and Donna,
New Age Steppers,
Hardrive,
Rosa Yemen,
Darondo,
The Modern Lovers,
Joe Finger,
Bad Manners,
Matthew Bourne,
Interpol,
Fear,
Archie Shepp,
Inner City,
Ornette Coleman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Los Fastidios,
Ultra Naté,
Junior Murvin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lindisfarne,
The Gap Band,
Masters at Work,
Maleditus Sound,
Scott Walker,
Alice Coltrane,
Circle Jerks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Television Personalities,
Monks,
Depeche Mode,
D'Angelo,
Howard Jones,
Outsiders,
Unwound,
Wasted Youth,
The Toasters,
Vladislav Delay,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Davy DMX,
Japan,
Shoche,
Whodini,
Skriet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
cv313,
Sun City Girls,
Clear Light,
Kas Product,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.