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 Russia and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Deadbeat to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Max Romeo,
Faust,
Roxette,
the Fania All-Stars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
D'Angelo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
F. McDonald,
The Fortunes,
Joe Smooth,
John Holt,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Index,
Unwound,
48th St. Collective,
Absolute Body Control,
Alton Ellis,
The Pop Group,
Lalann,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Index,
The Moody Blues,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alphaville,
The New Christs,
Gichy Dan,
Joe Finger,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Byron Stingily,
Deepchord,
Sonic Youth,
Warren Ellis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eddi Front,
Ken Boothe,
Bauhaus,
OOIOO,
The Stooges,
Cal Tjader,
The Busters,
The Zeros,
Marc Almond,
The Doors,
Eden Ahbez,
The Angels of Light,
The Red Krayola,
The Mojo Men,
Pylon,
Young Marble Giants,
Average White Band,
Magazine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marmalade,
Mo-Dettes,
The Grass Roots,
The Five Americans,
Tom Boy,
Fela Kuti,
Charles Mingus,
Sugar Minott,
Kaleidoscope,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.