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 Sudan and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Graham Central Station to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Outsiders,
Warren Ellis,
Soft Cell,
Interpol,
Pantaleimon,
Clear Light,
Gang Green,
The Offenders,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Alarm Clocks,
Max Romeo,
The Litter,
Neil Young,
Circle Jerks,
Wolf Eyes,
Minor Threat,
The Gladiators,
Gang Starr,
Juan Atkins,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Selecter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hardrive,
Minnie Riperton,
The Remains,
The Doors,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Derrick Morgan,
Moebius,
Rhythm & Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
D'Angelo,
Boredoms,
Absolute Body Control,
Anakelly,
The Trojans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Surgeon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Zeros,
Rod Modell,
New York Dolls,
Brick,
Prince Buster,
The United States of America,
Echospace,
UT,
Television Personalities,
Peter and Kerry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rotary Connection,
The Birthday Party,
Gil Scott Heron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Kinks,
Piero Umiliani,
Howard Jones,
The Smoke,
Nick Fraelich,
Porter Ricks,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.