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 Albania and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Boredoms to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Shuggie Otis,
The Count Five,
Rakim,
Arab on Radar,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sun City Girls,
Black Sheep,
Hardrive,
Dennis Brown,
Sixth Finger,
The Durutti Column,
The Associates,
Bluetip,
Groovy Waters,
X-Ray Spex,
Mars,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fortunes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Radiohead,
Surgeon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
B.T. Express,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Association,
Johnny Clarke,
The Motions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Dead C,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Prince Buster,
Alphaville,
Ponytail,
Aaron Thompson,
The Young Rascals,
Siglo XX,
Icehouse,
Tres Demented,
a-ha,
Morten Harket,
Rekid,
In Retrospect,
Sandy B,
Lower 48,
Panda Bear,
Reuben Wilson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Derrick May,
Fad Gadget,
Amazonics,
The Modern Lovers,
Judy Mowatt,
Alison Limerick,
Von Mondo,
UT,
Blake Baxter,
Mandrill,
Terry Callier,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.