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 Congo and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
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 organ 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 Rekid to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Stetsasonic,
Sam Rivers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sixth Finger,
Wasted Youth,
The Dead C,
Freddie Wadling,
The Saints,
Blancmange,
Albert Ayler,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joe Finger,
Ituana,
Barry Ungar,
A Certain Ratio,
Cybotron,
Sonny Sharrock,
a-ha,
Shuggie Otis,
Q and Not U,
Neu!,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Al Stewart,
Marvin Gaye,
New Order,
the Soft Cell,
Aaron Thompson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bronski Beat,
The Fugs,
Jeff Mills,
Quantec,
Barrington Levy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ken Boothe,
Scrapy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nirvana,
Angry Samoans,
OOIOO,
Boz Scaggs,
Cal Tjader,
Outsiders,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Reuben Wilson,
Marmalade,
Infiniti,
Isaac Hayes,
Youth Brigade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Josef K,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Pop Group,
Ten City,
The Seeds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Groovy Waters,
The Zeros,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.