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 Guinea-Bissau and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Human League to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minor Threat,
The Beau Brummels,
Bang On A Can,
Sällskapet,
Eve St. Jones,
La Düsseldorf,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
ABBA,
Simply Red,
The Five Americans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fuzztones,
Reagan Youth,
Echospace,
Marcia Griffiths,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kayak,
Howard Jones,
Grauzone,
Brick,
Qualms,
Moss Icon,
Electric Prunes,
Rapeman,
Massinfluence,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Sheep,
Scratch Acid,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Moebius,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fear,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Donald Byrd,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eden Ahbez,
Grey Daturas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Barracudas,
Sugar Minott,
Robert Hood,
Fat Boys,
Sixth Finger,
Peter and Kerry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Amon Düül,
The Grass Roots,
Tim Buckley,
the Bar-Kays,
Toni Rubio,
Yusef Lateef,
The Velvet Underground,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang of Four,
Fela Kuti,
The Offenders,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.