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 Malaysia and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Cymande to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Black Pus,
The Tremeloes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Qualms,
Bootsy Collins,
Bauhaus,
The Searchers,
EPMD,
Joe Smooth,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tears for Fears,
Babytalk,
Eric B and Rakim,
Echospace,
Ponytail,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scan 7,
Surgeon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gladiators,
Sam Rivers,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang of Four,
T.S.O.L.,
Avey Tare,
Robert Görl,
Excepter,
Television Personalities,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
L. Decosne,
Joensuu 1685,
Monolake,
Essential Logic,
Country Teasers,
Roy Ayers,
Isaac Hayes,
Zero Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
The Music Machine,
Carl Craig,
Gang Green,
Young Marble Giants,
Quadrant,
Yaz,
Japan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Glenn Branca,
10cc,
The Techniques,
The Doobie Brothers,
New Age Steppers,
Kenny Larkin,
Brick,
Dave Gahan,
Stereo Dub,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.