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 Croatia and from Milan.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
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 Holger Czukay 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 X-101 to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Shoche,
E-Dancer,
Anakelly,
Joensuu 1685,
Surgeon,
Amazonics,
The Selecter,
In Retrospect,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lakeside,
Yazoo,
Severed Heads,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ponytail,
Zapp,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Vogues,
U.S. Maple,
Alice Coltrane,
Sixth Finger,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Chris Corsano,
Erykah Badu,
Chris & Cosey,
Harmonia,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scott Walker,
Prince Buster,
Hashim,
Royal Trux,
The Skatalites,
Electric Prunes,
Ludus,
Goldenarms,
Mission of Burma,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rakim,
Ice-T,
ABBA,
Supertramp,
The Dead C,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Toasters,
The Young Rascals,
Boz Scaggs,
Radiohead,
the Soft Cell,
Sparks,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gap Band,
a-ha,
Colin Newman,
Derrick May,
The Invisible,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Knickerbockers,
Darondo,
Ultra Naté,
Icehouse,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
A Certain Ratio,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.