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 Denmark and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Rites of Spring,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Shadows of Knight,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Arthur Verocai,
Main Source,
Sex Pistols,
X-102,
Darondo,
Livin' Joy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Terry Callier,
Goldenarms,
Ituana,
Eli Mardock,
Q65,
Bluetip,
Joey Negro,
Ken Boothe,
Half Japanese,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Television Personalities,
Throbbing Gristle,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Adolescents,
The Birthday Party,
Derrick Morgan,
Jeff Lynne,
The Names,
Bronski Beat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Holt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soft Machine,
Alison Limerick,
The Knickerbockers,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Offenders,
Roger Hodgson,
Porter Ricks,
Brand Nubian,
Jacques Brel,
Bill Wells,
Boogie Down Productions,
World's Most,
Fatback Band,
Urselle,
EPMD,
Gabor Szabo,
The Flesh Eaters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Normal,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crooked Eye,
Pere Ubu,
Matthew Halsall,
Scott Walker,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rekid,
The Busters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.