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 Finland and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 Warren Ellis to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Saccharine Trust,
Yusef Lateef,
Desert Stars,
Soft Cell,
Sugar Minott,
Isaac Hayes,
Danielle Patucci,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dark Day,
Ken Boothe,
Dual Sessions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bronski Beat,
The Modern Lovers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rakim,
Blossom Toes,
Colin Newman,
June of 44,
Freddie Wadling,
Zapp,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ludus,
Thompson Twins,
These Immortal Souls,
Derrick Morgan,
The Vogues,
Aaron Thompson,
The Index,
The Sound,
Dawn Penn,
Pierre Henry,
Magazine,
Young Marble Giants,
Chris Corsano,
The Move,
Duran Duran,
The Mojo Men,
The Victims,
The Real Kids,
Half Japanese,
K-Klass,
Radiohead,
Guru Guru,
Symarip,
Ten City,
Con Funk Shun,
Public Enemy,
Yazoo,
Anakelly,
Mars,
Excepter,
Boredoms,
Pantaleimon,
Wally Richardson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.