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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Copenhagen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 10cc to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Drexciya,
The Pop Group,
The Misunderstood,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sister Nancy,
Marc Almond,
The Gories,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Remains,
Yaz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Associates,
The J.B.'s,
Maleditus Sound,
The Five Americans,
Leonard Cohen,
Zero Boys,
The New Christs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sam Rivers,
Jacob Miller,
Eric B and Rakim,
Matthew Halsall,
Radiohead,
Icehouse,
the Sonics,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Black Dice,
10cc,
Mary Jane Girls,
ABBA,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kurtis Blow,
Iggy Pop,
One Last Wish,
Index,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minnie Riperton,
Derrick Morgan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Interpol,
Ken Boothe,
Rosa Yemen,
Joe Smooth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Anthony Braxton,
Kas Product,
Average White Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lyres,
Wasted Youth,
The Fire Engines,
Eddi Front,
Shoche,
Negative Approach,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The American Breed,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.