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 Saudi Arabia and from Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Ossler,
Essential Logic,
Infiniti,
Sixth Finger,
Siglo XX,
JFA,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deepchord,
Panda Bear,
R.M.O.,
Man Parrish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Buckinghams,
Dawn Penn,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Chris & Cosey,
Saccharine Trust,
Marvin Gaye,
Harry Pussy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Flesh Eaters,
cv313,
Chrome,
Aaron Thompson,
Blake Baxter,
The Cowsills,
Angry Samoans,
Make Up,
Minutemen,
Massinfluence,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bang On A Can,
The Count Five,
Prince Buster,
The Toasters,
kango's stein massive,
Piero Umiliani,
Ornette Coleman,
Mandrill,
Motorama,
Visage,
Ludus,
Sun Ra,
Eric Dolphy,
Flash Fearless,
Warsaw,
Quando Quango,
Spandau Ballet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Animal Collective,
the Fania All-Stars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Bananas,
Alphaville,
Cameo,
Graham Central Station,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.