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 El Salvador and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer 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 Aural Exciters to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Marc Almond,
Jacques Brel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultra Naté,
Bill Wells,
48th St. Collective,
Stiv Bators,
Malaria!,
Quantec,
Massinfluence,
Index,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
L. Decosne,
Ituana,
Jacob Miller,
Sound Behaviour,
Bang On A Can,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joe Finger,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mo-Dettes,
Unwound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rapeman,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Sherman,
Althea and Donna,
Barry Ungar,
Whodini,
Anakelly,
Dave Gahan,
Scratch Acid,
Tim Buckley,
David Axelrod,
Aswad,
The Blackbyrds,
Alphaville,
The Velvet Underground,
Sight & Sound,
Rhythm & Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roxy Music,
Aloha Tigers,
New York Dolls,
Grey Daturas,
John Foxx,
Black Flag,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DJ Sneak,
The Slackers,
The Beau Brummels,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lungfish,
Rakim,
Make Up,
The Pretty Things,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.