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 Ghana and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 Girls At Our Best! to the crunk 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lungfish,
The Saints,
Black Bananas,
Howard Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marvin Gaye,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Monolake,
Soft Cell,
Gang of Four,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bronski Beat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tommy Roe,
Suicide,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tres Demented,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tom Boy,
The Raincoats,
Maurizio,
Rotary Connection,
Harry Pussy,
Arcadia,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Symarip,
Rekid,
MDC,
Ronan,
Skriet,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Byrd,
Minor Threat,
Little Man,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bill Near,
This Heat,
Lalo Schifrin,
Patti Smith,
The United States of America,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cymande,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Goldenarms,
The Cowsills,
Y Pants,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Leonard Cohen,
Nick Fraelich,
Scratch Acid,
David Axelrod,
Simply Red,
Davy DMX,
The Invisible,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.