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 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Mummies to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aswad,
Michelle Simonal,
Cluster,
Jerry's Kids,
Chris & Cosey,
New Age Steppers,
Moby Grape,
Sex Pistols,
Section 25,
Charles Mingus,
Gang Gang Dance,
AZ,
Alison Limerick,
Newcleus,
10cc,
The Toasters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Q65,
Guru Guru,
Danielle Patucci,
Deepchord,
David Axelrod,
The Walker Brothers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
James White and The Blacks,
Drexciya,
The Slackers,
Oneida,
Mandrill,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alton Ellis,
The Fugs,
The Knickerbockers,
Wasted Youth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Holt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Evens,
The New Christs,
The Beau Brummels,
Agent Orange,
The Cure,
The Human League,
The Divine Comedy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Womack,
Television Personalities,
Parry Music,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ken Boothe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Accadde A,
Inner City,
Black Moon,
Alphaville,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Max Romeo,
Byron Stingily,
Arcadia,
The Tremeloes,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.