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 Mali and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Basic Channel to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Trojans,
Dead Boys,
Aswad,
The Associates,
The Star Department,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
CMW,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Television Personalities,
DJ Style,
Q and Not U,
Symarip,
Carl Craig,
Index,
Zapp,
Anakelly,
MC5,
Thee Headcoats,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Oneida,
Soft Cell,
The Last Poets,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Soft Cell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Heaven 17,
China Crisis,
The Mummies,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Index,
Matthew Bourne,
The Busters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Evens,
Black Moon,
Surgeon,
Marc Almond,
The Mojo Men,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jesper Dahlback,
E-Dancer,
Crime,
The Golliwogs,
The Move,
Eric Copeland,
Adolescents,
Silicon Teens,
Kenny Larkin,
Rekid,
Cybotron,
Absolute Body Control,
Aaron Thompson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Ornette Coleman,
Public Enemy,
U.S. Maple,
Sly & The Family Stone,
This Heat,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.