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 Ivory Coast and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Todd Rundgren to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Marvin Gaye,
Make Up,
The J.B.'s,
Gichy Dan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Accadde A,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jerry's Kids,
Blancmange,
Newcleus,
Angry Samoans,
Man Parrish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Martian,
Avey Tare,
Gang of Four,
Black Moon,
Gang Starr,
Curtis Mayfield,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Max Romeo,
Dead Boys,
Slave,
Alison Limerick,
The Monks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Clear Light,
the Normal,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
EPMD,
Joe Finger,
Section 25,
Kool Moe Dee,
Duran Duran,
Spoonie Gee,
Chris Corsano,
Camouflage,
Warren Ellis,
Joy Division,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultravox,
The Angels of Light,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rakim,
Dark Day,
The Toasters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Derrick Morgan,
Brass Construction,
The Moleskins,
Television,
Y Pants,
The Smoke,
World's Most,
Sparks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.