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 Austria and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Matthew Bourne to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Marine Girls,
Ultra Naté,
KRS-One,
Colin Newman,
Panda Bear,
Underground Resistance,
Pagans,
Wire,
Arcadia,
Rotary Connection,
Skaos,
Q and Not U,
Television,
Cybotron,
Glambeats Corp.,
U.S. Maple,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rapeman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alton Ellis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Parry Music,
The Zeros,
Toni Rubio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neu!,
Peter & Gordon,
Niagra,
The Gap Band,
The Dead C,
the Bar-Kays,
Schoolly D,
The Kinks,
Judy Mowatt,
Kurtis Blow,
Saccharine Trust,
Lalann,
Banda Bassotti,
Flipper,
The Beau Brummels,
Stetsasonic,
The New Christs,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Star Department,
The Associates,
Reagan Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fluxion,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ludus,
Electric Prunes,
Fela Kuti,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultravox,
Magazine,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dennis Brown,
Sugar Minott,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Green,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.