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 Montenegro and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kool Moe Dee to the techno 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
The Barracudas,
Suburban Knight,
The Beau Brummels,
Scion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Johnny Osbourne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Letta Mbulu,
Slick Rick,
Eli Mardock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grauzone,
Warsaw,
Kool Moe Dee,
FM Einheit,
Kaleidoscope,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Porter Ricks,
Joey Negro,
Nik Kershaw,
EPMD,
Country Joe & The Fish,
kango's stein massive,
John Lydon,
Mars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Newcleus,
The Sonics,
The Victims,
Scott Walker,
Simply Red,
Stereo Dub,
The Five Americans,
Funkadelic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joy Division,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Erykah Badu,
Al Stewart,
Traffic Nightmare,
Monks,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Stooges,
Bob Dylan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crime,
Maleditus Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sugar Minott,
Mad Mike,
Fat Boys,
The Raincoats,
Alton Ellis,
U.S. Maple,
the Sonics,
Sam Rivers,
10cc,
Black Sheep,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.