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 Gambia and from London.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Audionom to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Boogie Down Productions,
Zapp,
Shuggie Otis,
The Walker Brothers,
Anakelly,
L. Decosne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Techniques,
Country Teasers,
Mad Mike,
Idris Muhammad,
Cal Tjader,
The Remains,
Rosa Yemen,
Freddie Wadling,
The Move,
Main Source,
Model 500,
Marc Almond,
cv313,
Lou Reed,
Gong,
Roxette,
Tubeway Army,
Jacques Brel,
Lalo Schifrin,
Unrelated Segments,
The Smiths,
Tommy Roe,
The Searchers,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
OOIOO,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Spoonie Gee,
Laurel Aitken,
Girls At Our Best!,
Derrick Morgan,
Eric Copeland,
Quantec,
Bootsy Collins,
Michelle Simonal,
the Association,
Lindisfarne,
Dead Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aaron Thompson,
Fela Kuti,
Guru Guru,
Bizarre Inc.,
Average White Band,
John Coltrane,
Schoolly D,
The Toasters,
Eden Ahbez,
Matthew Bourne,
Make Up,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.