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 South Africa and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
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 mellotron 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 Section 25 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Bluetip,
Eddi Front,
Severed Heads,
Pulsallama,
Trumans Water,
DNA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Franke,
Rosa Yemen,
Organ,
Sarah Menescal,
Letta Mbulu,
One Last Wish,
Kas Product,
Roxette,
Roy Ayers,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang Green,
The Kinks,
cv313,
Kenny Larkin,
Junior Murvin,
The Martian,
Rod Modell,
Bauhaus,
Reuben Wilson,
Hardrive,
U.S. Maple,
Derrick Morgan,
Chrome,
Stetsasonic,
T. Rex,
Fatback Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Stooges,
Josef K,
Marmalade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Outsiders,
Massinfluence,
Arcadia,
Essential Logic,
Masters at Work,
Peter and Kerry,
Janne Schatter,
The Mojo Men,
Tubeway Army,
Ronnie Foster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mantronix,
Make Up,
Japan,
Sight & Sound,
Sugar Minott,
The Fuzztones,
Lightning Bolt,
Mary Jane Girls,
Echospace,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lakeside,
Lou Christie,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.