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 Belgium and from Jakarta.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Grandmaster Flash to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Darondo,
Deepchord,
The Monochrome Set,
Aloha Tigers,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Reed,
Vladislav Delay,
The Divine Comedy,
Al Stewart,
The Selecter,
The Modern Lovers,
Matthew Halsall,
Steve Hackett,
Fear,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joey Negro,
Gang Starr,
T. Rex,
Intrusion,
The Victims,
The Trojans,
The Gap Band,
The Gories,
The Durutti Column,
The Monks,
Leonard Cohen,
Kaleidoscope,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joe Finger,
Minny Pops,
Shoche,
Ohio Players,
Grandmaster Flash,
Freddie Wadling,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quantec,
Delon & Dalcan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
LL Cool J,
Brothers Johnson,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Womack,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fad Gadget,
Pere Ubu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cramps,
Loose Ends,
Animal Collective,
Eyeless In Gaza,
JFA,
Alison Limerick,
Hardrive,
The Angels of Light,
Sugar Minott,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jacques Brel,
Donny Hathaway,
Cheater Slicks,
Michelle Simonal,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.