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 Micronesia and from New York.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bobby Sherman to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mad Mike record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Slick Rick,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fall,
Section 25,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Slits,
Nirvana,
Suicide,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ice-T,
June of 44,
Pagans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
New York Dolls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Excepter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Graham Central Station,
The Associates,
The Seeds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crime,
Tomorrow,
Flash Fearless,
Sister Nancy,
Donald Byrd,
Davy DMX,
Nas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hasil Adkins,
Franke,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Slits,
Gichy Dan,
Sight & Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
Qualms,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jeru the Damaja,
Angry Samoans,
Desert Stars,
Freddie Wadling,
The Leaves,
Electric Prunes,
Easy Going,
Cymande,
Soft Machine,
China Crisis,
Agent Orange,
the Sonics,
The Star Department,
Brand Nubian,
The American Breed,
The Barracudas,
In Retrospect,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.