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 Botswana and from Copenhagen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Terrestrial Tones to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Little Man,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deadbeat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Babytalk,
Eric Copeland,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Real Kids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Music Machine,
Half Japanese,
The Smiths,
Robert Wyatt,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Byrd,
Darondo,
Barrington Levy,
The Smoke,
Rufus Thomas,
Althea and Donna,
Swans,
Porter Ricks,
Pantytec,
Outsiders,
Easy Going,
Agitation Free,
Lucky Dragons,
Alphaville,
Grauzone,
John Cale,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bang On A Can,
Camouflage,
Ohio Players,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
L. Decosne,
Junior Murvin,
Ornette Coleman,
The Divine Comedy,
The Neon Judgement,
Ten City,
X-102,
The Human League,
PIL,
Howard Jones,
Arcadia,
Wire,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultravox,
Kurtis Blow,
Japan,
Kas Product,
Quando Quango,
Bauhaus,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeff Lynne,
Brass Construction,
Grey Daturas,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.