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 Swaziland and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Arthur Verocai to the funk 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
K-Klass,
New Age Steppers,
The Detroit Cobras,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cheater Slicks,
The Busters,
Section 25,
Duran Duran,
This Heat,
Scion,
Robert Görl,
Gichy Dan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Faraquet,
Sun Ra,
Marmalade,
Depeche Mode,
Quantec,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Monolake,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roxy Music,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lakeside,
The Angels of Light,
The Offenders,
Judy Mowatt,
Infiniti,
Television,
Man Parrish,
Niagra,
Reuben Wilson,
Eric Copeland,
Prince Buster,
48th St. Collective,
Idris Muhammad,
Swans,
Barry Ungar,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lungfish,
Kerri Chandler,
Neil Young,
Yusef Lateef,
Jacob Miller,
Kas Product,
the Association,
Sonny Sharrock,
Letta Mbulu,
The Human League,
Maleditus Sound,
Qualms,
Blossom Toes,
Grauzone,
Joey Negro,
ABBA,
The Index,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gun Club,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.