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 Bangladesh and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gap Band to the dance 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
The Walker Brothers,
Magazine,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Buckinghams,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fire Engines,
Jacques Brel,
Flash Fearless,
The Busters,
the Association,
Q65,
Todd Rundgren,
D'Angelo,
Dennis Brown,
James White and The Blacks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Erasure,
R.M.O.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sällskapet,
Soul II Soul,
Amon Düül,
Toni Rubio,
Gang of Four,
Underground Resistance,
Basic Channel,
Ronan,
Audionom,
Michelle Simonal,
The Names,
Bush Tetras,
Youth Brigade,
Grauzone,
Half Japanese,
The Searchers,
Nick Fraelich,
Marmalade,
Anthony Braxton,
Fad Gadget,
Slick Rick,
Jeff Mills,
Byron Stingily,
ABBA,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pole,
Idris Muhammad,
Joyce Sims,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fela Kuti,
Monks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Albert Ayler,
Graham Central Station,
MC5,
Pulsallama,
Joy Division,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.