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 Equatorial Guinea and from New York.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro 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 Electric Prunes to the grime 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Eric Copeland,
Royal Trux,
Quadrant,
Adolescents,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Last Poets,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
CMW,
Amazonics,
Barry Ungar,
Funky Four + One,
Joey Negro,
Gang Starr,
Sonny Sharrock,
Althea and Donna,
The Pop Group,
Underground Resistance,
DJ Sneak,
Swell Maps,
Arthur Verocai,
June Days,
Graham Central Station,
Television,
Ice-T,
Wasted Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Soft Cell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ten City,
The Human League,
Whodini,
This Heat,
Ossler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Tremeloes,
Soul II Soul,
Crooked Eye,
Little Man,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scion,
The United States of America,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fugs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grey Daturas,
Agent Orange,
Duran Duran,
Ponytail,
Nik Kershaw,
Brand Nubian,
Arcadia,
a-ha,
Mr. Review,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lightning Bolt,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.