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 Mozambique and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 Max Romeo to the grime 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crash Course in Science,
Lightning Bolt,
Janne Schatter,
The Victims,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Negative Approach,
Rekid,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stetsasonic,
New Age Steppers,
Animal Collective,
Porter Ricks,
DNA,
E-Dancer,
Judy Mowatt,
The Electric Prunes,
ABC,
Intrusion,
Masters at Work,
MC5,
The Human League,
The Zeros,
The Slits,
John Cale,
The Last Poets,
The Fortunes,
Icehouse,
Crispian St. Peters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Angry Samoans,
Gabor Szabo,
Suicide,
The Monks,
Inner City,
Arcadia,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Archie Shepp,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Unwound,
Wally Richardson,
Matthew Bourne,
The Modern Lovers,
Chris & Cosey,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ornette Coleman,
Bluetip,
Todd Rundgren,
The Star Department,
The Pretty Things,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Blake Baxter,
Darondo,
Matthew Halsall,
Isaac Hayes,
Dark Day,
The Neon Judgement,
Chrome,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.