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 Ukraine and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sister Nancy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Sheep,
Icehouse,
The Five Americans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Byrd,
David McCallum,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deepchord,
The Monks,
Intrusion,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nils Olav,
Flash Fearless,
The Move,
Howard Jones,
Agitation Free,
Scan 7,
Thompson Twins,
Black Pus,
CMW,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ituana,
Peter and Kerry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Das Ding,
Bronski Beat,
Glenn Branca,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Y Pants,
Underground Resistance,
Newcleus,
Kas Product,
Sixth Finger,
The Young Rascals,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
Barrington Levy,
The Birthday Party,
Faraquet,
Infiniti,
Organ,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Delon & Dalcan,
Can,
Half Japanese,
Anthony Braxton,
Boredoms,
Dorothy Ashby,
A Certain Ratio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alison Limerick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tubeway Army,
Nik Kershaw,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.