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 Japan and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 Alison Limerick 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alphaville,
Patti Smith,
The Techniques,
Carl Craig,
The Vogues,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Albert Ayler,
Freddie Wadling,
La Düsseldorf,
Agent Orange,
Ohio Players,
Drexciya,
Bootsy Collins,
cv313,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sonics,
Radio Birdman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Womack,
David Bowie,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gladiators,
Kenny Larkin,
JFA,
the Soft Cell,
F. McDonald,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Crime,
Sun City Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Michelle Simonal,
Swans,
Minny Pops,
KRS-One,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kurtis Blow,
Yusef Lateef,
Bad Manners,
Metal Thangz,
Sonny Sharrock,
Reagan Youth,
Moebius,
Deadbeat,
John Holt,
Marine Girls,
10cc,
Avey Tare,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rekid,
AZ,
FM Einheit,
The Slackers,
Spandau Ballet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Spoonie Gee,
The Residents,
Lalann,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.