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 Colombia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 T. Rex to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
ABBA,
Unrelated Segments,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bronski Beat,
DJ Style,
The United States of America,
The Slackers,
Ossler,
The Zeros,
Tim Buckley,
The Raincoats,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric Copeland,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
A Certain Ratio,
Moebius,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Das Ding,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chrome,
Shuggie Otis,
Masters at Work,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rufus Thomas,
Nas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
David Axelrod,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Moon,
Electric Prunes,
Blossom Toes,
Funkadelic,
Dead Boys,
Dual Sessions,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Sonics,
The Slits,
Bob Dylan,
Gang Starr,
The Gap Band,
Pierre Henry,
Ultravox,
Scientists,
Thee Headcoats,
Alice Coltrane,
Camouflage,
Erykah Badu,
Swans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Görl,
Lungfish,
Morten Harket,
Althea and Donna,
Moss Icon,
Panda Bear,
Suburban Knight,
The Misunderstood,
Ituana,
Crispian St. Peters,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.