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 Swaziland and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 Lower 48 to the disco 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Spoonie Gee,
MDC,
The Blackbyrds,
Neil Young,
Infiniti,
Arcadia,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
One Last Wish,
Roxette,
Sound Behaviour,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aloha Tigers,
The Last Poets,
Jeff Lynne,
The Slits,
Hardrive,
The Trojans,
Man Parrish,
Kayak,
Crispian St. Peters,
Unwound,
The Music Machine,
Bill Near,
Sarah Menescal,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
In Retrospect,
The Cowsills,
Banda Bassotti,
Nik Kershaw,
Dennis Brown,
Flash Fearless,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rod Modell,
Stereo Dub,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Whodini,
Cluster,
Monks,
Pylon,
Tears for Fears,
The Wake,
The Invisible,
Derrick May,
China Crisis,
Eden Ahbez,
Jerry's Kids,
Scan 7,
Boz Scaggs,
Soft Cell,
The Fire Engines,
The Five Americans,
Country Teasers,
Icehouse,
Aural Exciters,
Quantec,
Technova,
Clear Light,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.