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 Equatorial Guinea and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kayak to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
PIL,
Skriet,
Das Ding,
James White and The Blacks,
Average White Band,
Fugazi,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Franke,
Blossom Toes,
Skarface,
Mo-Dettes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Standells,
The Litter,
Country Teasers,
Amazonics,
the Sonics,
Mr. Review,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tres Demented,
Carl Craig,
Tropical Tobacco,
Magazine,
The Move,
Dawn Penn,
Rakim,
Nils Olav,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
K-Klass,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Slits,
The Remains,
Monks,
Toni Rubio,
Roxette,
Boredoms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lower 48,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Slick Rick,
Stiv Bators,
John Foxx,
Don Cherry,
Harry Pussy,
The Vogues,
Gang Starr,
Easy Going,
Angry Samoans,
Television,
Masters at Work,
Porter Ricks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Moody Blues,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Section 25,
Bluetip,
Newcleus,
a-ha,
Chris & Cosey,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.