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 Kiribati and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the rap 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Pussy Galore,
The Toasters,
Niagra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
In Retrospect,
MDC,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tubeway Army,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Babytalk,
X-101,
The Dead C,
The Standells,
Donald Byrd,
Monks,
Harry Pussy,
The Moody Blues,
Make Up,
The Victims,
ABBA,
Scan 7,
One Last Wish,
Sister Nancy,
Interpol,
Silicon Teens,
Maleditus Sound,
Qualms,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cal Tjader,
Funky Four + One,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ten City,
Country Teasers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Iggy Pop,
Swans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fluxion,
Tim Buckley,
Circle Jerks,
Skaos,
The Grass Roots,
ABC,
Wally Richardson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Star Department,
Malaria!,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Toni Rubio,
The Index,
Aloha Tigers,
These Immortal Souls,
Bill Wells,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kerrie Biddell,
Youth Brigade,
Cybotron,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.