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 Syria and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the electroclash 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Electric Prunes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Depeche Mode,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New Age Steppers,
Icehouse,
Scratch Acid,
PIL,
Surgeon,
The Trojans,
Cluster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fortunes,
Davy DMX,
Drexciya,
Godley & Creme,
The Blues Magoos,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Evens,
The Beau Brummels,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rakim,
Metal Thangz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Reagan Youth,
World's Most,
Jawbox,
Robert Görl,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dead Boys,
The Gap Band,
Black Pus,
Sam Rivers,
Black Moon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Organ,
Terry Callier,
Clear Light,
Patti Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Alphaville,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fat Boys,
Youth Brigade,
Excepter,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Soft Cell,
Susan Cadogan,
Rosa Yemen,
Tubeway Army,
The Cure,
Audionom,
Bill Near,
Lyres,
Scott Walker,
Gang of Four,
The Pop Group,
Minor Threat,
Tim Buckley,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.