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 the UAE and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Moody Blues to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
The Fugs,
Boz Scaggs,
Sun City Girls,
The Birthday Party,
MC5,
Darondo,
Masters at Work,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nils Olav,
Harry Pussy,
Underground Resistance,
Adolescents,
Los Fastidios,
Ultra Naté,
The Misunderstood,
Von Mondo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brothers Johnson,
World's Most,
Brick,
Crash Course in Science,
Johnny Clarke,
The Smoke,
Stiv Bators,
Oblivians,
Tommy Roe,
Grey Daturas,
Laurel Aitken,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
New York Dolls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Prince Buster,
One Last Wish,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Monks,
Ituana,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scion,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dennis Brown,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marine Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
The Tremeloes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Drexciya,
Trumans Water,
Minor Threat,
The Gap Band,
The Trojans,
Soulsonic Force,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
La Düsseldorf,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pulsallama,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Anakelly,
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.