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 Algeria and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 a-ha to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Country Teasers,
Marc Almond,
Smog,
Nick Fraelich,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fela Kuti,
Mars,
Anakelly,
Marshall Jefferson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Byrd,
Harry Pussy,
Joy Division,
Steve Hackett,
The Toasters,
Deepchord,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bad Manners,
The Martian,
Ituana,
Arthur Verocai,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Man Parrish,
Moebius,
OOIOO,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sarah Menescal,
Ken Boothe,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oneida,
Gichy Dan,
Zero Boys,
Urselle,
The American Breed,
Marmalade,
Black Bananas,
Fat Boys,
Al Stewart,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Henry Cow,
Nico,
The Black Dice,
The Saints,
Television,
Bobby Sherman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cluster,
The Move,
Danielle Patucci,
Easy Going,
Ossler,
Crash Course in Science,
Thee Headcoats,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arcadia,
The Pop Group,
The Victims,
The Raincoats,
Brothers Johnson,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.