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 Monaco and from Paris.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 La Düsseldorf to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Pere Ubu,
Pole,
Camouflage,
Tomorrow,
The Barracudas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Blackbyrds,
Circle Jerks,
Jeff Lynne,
the Human League,
Nick Fraelich,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grauzone,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wasted Youth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Zero Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Janne Schatter,
Sällskapet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scott Walker,
EPMD,
The Black Dice,
Ultra Naté,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Invisible,
The Neon Judgement,
Fluxion,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Moon,
CMW,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Flag,
Pussy Galore,
Charles Mingus,
Gichy Dan,
Deepchord,
Joensuu 1685,
Johnny Osbourne,
Agent Orange,
Harmonia,
The Divine Comedy,
Faust,
The Misunderstood,
Siglo XX,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ronan,
The Grass Roots,
The Remains,
Slave,
Cymande,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Henry Cow,
Sound Behaviour,
the Normal,
Drexciya,
Kurtis Blow,
UT,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.