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 Mauritius and from New York.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 The Offenders to the grunge 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nils Olav,
Basic Channel,
The Red Krayola,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nik Kershaw,
K-Klass,
Moebius,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The J.B.'s,
E-Dancer,
Gang Starr,
Tomorrow,
Joey Negro,
Jerry's Kids,
Derrick May,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sällskapet,
Rotary Connection,
Malaria!,
The Toasters,
Rosa Yemen,
Patti Smith,
Youth Brigade,
Au Pairs,
Lalann,
John Cale,
the Soft Cell,
ABC,
Robert Wyatt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soul II Soul,
Eddi Front,
Marvin Gaye,
Urselle,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Arthur Verocai,
Sonic Youth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Index,
Johnny Osbourne,
Shoche,
Maurizio,
Depeche Mode,
Frankie Knuckles,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cure,
Bill Wells,
Reagan Youth,
Mantronix,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Prince Buster,
KRS-One,
The Barracudas,
Sixth Finger,
Bad Manners,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.