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 Russia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 Sexual Harrassment to the grime 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Blossom Toes,
Newcleus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lyres,
Dave Gahan,
Lalann,
Grauzone,
DJ Style,
Brass Construction,
OOIOO,
David McCallum,
Gang of Four,
Bob Dylan,
Circle Jerks,
Ken Boothe,
E-Dancer,
Sam Rivers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Amon Düül,
Drexciya,
Flash Fearless,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Swell Maps,
Skriet,
Rod Modell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sandy B,
Brand Nubian,
Pylon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
FM Einheit,
Junior Murvin,
Yellowson,
Easy Going,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scan 7,
Lakeside,
The New Christs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crime,
Adolescents,
The Vogues,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Massinfluence,
This Heat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quando Quango,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Metal Thangz,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pharoah Sanders,
A Certain Ratio,
Chrome,
Roxy Music,
Donny Hathaway,
Roger Hodgson,
Scott Walker,
The Slackers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Alarm Clocks,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.