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 Vanuatu and from Philadelphia.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
China Crisis,
KRS-One,
Newcleus,
Bobby Womack,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pharoah Sanders,
Zero Boys,
Hoover,
Tomorrow,
Malaria!,
MC5,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Q65,
Fear,
Reuben Wilson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Howard Jones,
Bizarre Inc.,
Monolake,
8 Eyed Spy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Talk Talk,
Delta 5,
ABBA,
Warsaw,
Thompson Twins,
Andrew Hill,
Glenn Branca,
Rod Modell,
Babytalk,
Porter Ricks,
Eurythmics,
New Age Steppers,
Joensuu 1685,
Theoretical Girls,
Quantec,
Hashim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Duran Duran,
Scratch Acid,
David McCallum,
Nico,
Livin' Joy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Youth Brigade,
Ultimate Spinach,
Delon & Dalcan,
Josef K,
Al Stewart,
Black Bananas,
Bluetip,
Q and Not U,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Stooges,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Happenings,
Pussy Galore,
Japan,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.