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 Angola and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Matthew Bourne to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
K-Klass,
Amazonics,
Stetsasonic,
The Leaves,
ABBA,
Sight & Sound,
Television Personalities,
Goldenarms,
Marine Girls,
Graham Central Station,
Barbara Tucker,
Audionom,
Ice-T,
The American Breed,
June of 44,
Yellowson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Heaven 17,
Ituana,
Intrusion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Von Mondo,
Shuggie Otis,
Joe Smooth,
Lalann,
Laurel Aitken,
Dead Boys,
Das Ding,
Sandy B,
The Skatalites,
Surgeon,
Malaria!,
Brick,
the Sonics,
Judy Mowatt,
Little Man,
Ronan,
Skarface,
Sonic Youth,
Chris Corsano,
Jawbox,
Aural Exciters,
Public Enemy,
Eric Copeland,
Camberwell Now,
Popol Vuh,
Bronski Beat,
Brass Construction,
Max Romeo,
Blancmange,
JFA,
The Buckinghams,
Minny Pops,
the Soft Cell,
Young Marble Giants,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Erykah Badu,
The Durutti Column,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
X-Ray Spex,
Rekid,
Alison Limerick,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.