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 United Kingdom and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Make Up to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Excepter,
Qualms,
The Fuzztones,
F. McDonald,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Beau Brummels,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Frankie Knuckles,
Duran Duran,
New Order,
Newcleus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yusef Lateef,
Oneida,
Marvin Gaye,
The Five Americans,
Deepchord,
These Immortal Souls,
Aloha Tigers,
Judy Mowatt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minny Pops,
A Certain Ratio,
Circle Jerks,
The United States of America,
Youth Brigade,
Ronan,
Heaven 17,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
James White and The Blacks,
Barbara Tucker,
Simply Red,
Funky Four + One,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deakin,
X-Ray Spex,
Skriet,
Gang of Four,
Junior Murvin,
Jacob Miller,
The Fugs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barry Ungar,
Rakim,
Matthew Bourne,
Rotary Connection,
MC5,
Cecil Taylor,
Metal Thangz,
Audionom,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Inner City,
Wally Richardson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Con Funk Shun,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
One Last Wish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.