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 Tanzania and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 Barrington Levy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Robert Görl,
Maurizio,
Index,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marvin Gaye,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Mummies,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Flash Fearless,
Motorama,
Vainqueur,
Spoonie Gee,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Royal Trux,
the Bar-Kays,
Mo-Dettes,
Sixth Finger,
Todd Terry,
UT,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Alarm Clocks,
Accadde A,
DJ Style,
David Bowie,
Anakelly,
Black Pus,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lyres,
The Last Poets,
Darondo,
Rufus Thomas,
Scientists,
Grauzone,
Grey Daturas,
Ultravox,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Zero Boys,
Newcleus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sound Behaviour,
Lee Hazlewood,
Arthur Verocai,
Desert Stars,
the Normal,
Pet Shop Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Television,
Delta 5,
The Saints,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jacob Miller,
Fatback Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Peter & Gordon,
the Germs,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.