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 Turkey and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
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 clarinet 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 Freddie Wadling to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Thompson Twins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Das Ding,
The United States of America,
Fatback Band,
Grey Daturas,
Freddie Wadling,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Walker Brothers,
10cc,
X-101,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DNA,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Funky Four + One,
Scrapy,
Pantaleimon,
Arthur Verocai,
Scan 7,
The Slits,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nirvana,
The Doors,
Ohio Players,
Black Bananas,
The Kinks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crooked Eye,
The Divine Comedy,
Public Image Ltd.,
JFA,
Simply Red,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cowsills,
The Tremeloes,
Second Layer,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
Anakelly,
Quando Quango,
Sex Pistols,
The Searchers,
Deakin,
Hot Snakes,
Public Enemy,
The Associates,
Marvin Gaye,
The Durutti Column,
Eric Copeland,
Wally Richardson,
the Germs,
June of 44,
Audionom,
La Düsseldorf,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.