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 Armenia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Judy Mowatt to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Steve Hackett,
Magma,
Ronan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Avey Tare,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Vainqueur,
The Fall,
Neil Young,
The Toasters,
Black Sheep,
Junior Murvin,
Cecil Taylor,
The Happenings,
U.S. Maple,
Robert Görl,
Iggy Pop,
Gil Scott Heron,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ohio Players,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Glenn Branca,
Malaria!,
the Human League,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Severed Heads,
Matthew Bourne,
Ludus,
Y Pants,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scan 7,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Derrick May,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stetsasonic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tropical Tobacco,
Donald Byrd,
Interpol,
Los Fastidios,
Depeche Mode,
Arcadia,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Germs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Moon,
Fat Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Dual Sessions,
Erasure,
The Leaves,
Lou Christie,
Youth Brigade,
Nas,
MC5,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.