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 Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 organ 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 Amazonics to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang Starr,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skaos,
Frankie Knuckles,
Blake Baxter,
Fad Gadget,
Anakelly,
Index,
Flamin' Groovies,
Electric Prunes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Liliput,
The Names,
The Walker Brothers,
Warren Ellis,
DNA,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lower 48,
Gerry Rafferty,
Whodini,
Deakin,
Make Up,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Roxy Music,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Con Funk Shun,
Cybotron,
Hasil Adkins,
Slave,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grauzone,
Nirvana,
Stiv Bators,
Intrusion,
Alice Coltrane,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Monochrome Set,
Dead Boys,
Excepter,
Darondo,
Rites of Spring,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bush Tetras,
Gabor Szabo,
Judy Mowatt,
Zapp,
the Bar-Kays,
Mantronix,
Colin Newman,
Gong,
T.S.O.L.,
Babytalk,
a-ha,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hardrive,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.