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 Tajikistan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Black Moon to the disco 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Pole,
Scion,
Mary Jane Girls,
Warsaw,
Mantronix,
Rekid,
The Gories,
Judy Mowatt,
Sugar Minott,
Ice-T,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
UT,
Toni Rubio,
Grey Daturas,
The Seeds,
Eli Mardock,
The Associates,
Alton Ellis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fatback Band,
Little Man,
The Cramps,
Icehouse,
Arab on Radar,
Eric Dolphy,
Lindisfarne,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Knickerbockers,
Donald Byrd,
Patti Smith,
Maurizio,
Mission of Burma,
Matthew Bourne,
Donny Hathaway,
The Real Kids,
Ken Boothe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
These Immortal Souls,
David Bowie,
Joy Division,
Radiohead,
The Five Americans,
The Slackers,
Derrick Morgan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bill Near,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bauhaus,
Drexciya,
The Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brand Nubian,
Goldenarms,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sandy B,
The Searchers,
E-Dancer,
Nas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Young Rascals,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.