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 Moldova and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 Tropical Tobacco 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
Unwound,
Rakim,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Sherman,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cure,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The J.B.'s,
Adolescents,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fuzztones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun City Girls,
Parry Music,
Marine Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Steve Hackett,
The Gories,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Glambeats Corp.,
One Last Wish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Swans,
The Knickerbockers,
Average White Band,
Second Layer,
Nas,
Cybotron,
Roy Ayers,
Quando Quango,
The Misunderstood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mad Mike,
Soft Cell,
Camouflage,
Unrelated Segments,
The Doors,
Circle Jerks,
Moebius,
Jeru the Damaja,
Heaven 17,
Black Sheep,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Peter and Kerry,
Television,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
New Order,
Clear Light,
Piero Umiliani,
Soul II Soul,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tommy Roe,
Rod Modell,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.