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 Laos and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Sparks to the grunge 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Stiv Bators,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Maurizio,
Sun City Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Heaven 17,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
PIL,
Talk Talk,
Marmalade,
Adolescents,
Hoover,
B.T. Express,
Urselle,
Fela Kuti,
Absolute Body Control,
Popol Vuh,
The Seeds,
The Toasters,
Unrelated Segments,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang Starr,
Man Parrish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fire Engines,
Bad Manners,
Negative Approach,
Skarface,
Joyce Sims,
Peter and Kerry,
Dennis Brown,
The Remains,
Shoche,
Spoonie Gee,
Bang On A Can,
Technova,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fluxion,
The Music Machine,
Barbara Tucker,
Matthew Halsall,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Reed,
Bauhaus,
Erykah Badu,
Pussy Galore,
Pet Shop Boys,
Erasure,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mission of Burma,
Section 25,
New Order,
Prince Buster,
The Five Americans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oblivians,
The Angels of Light,
Pylon,
Bush Tetras,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.