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 Bolivia and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Main Source,
EPMD,
Bobby Womack,
Nirvana,
Crispian St. Peters,
Flash Fearless,
Fluxion,
Skarface,
The Star Department,
Nik Kershaw,
Danielle Patucci,
Janne Schatter,
Fad Gadget,
Gastr Del Sol,
Simply Red,
Masters at Work,
Stiv Bators,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
These Immortal Souls,
Bad Manners,
Graham Central Station,
Al Stewart,
Guru Guru,
Erykah Badu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Neil Young,
Tim Buckley,
Oneida,
X-101,
The J.B.'s,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gap Band,
Von Mondo,
Quando Quango,
Quantec,
The Slackers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Section 25,
MC5,
Liliput,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mad Mike,
Tommy Roe,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Buckinghams,
Audionom,
The Flesh Eaters,
Quadrant,
David Axelrod,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fire Engines,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
LL Cool J,
X-Ray Spex,
Funky Four + One,
Roger Hodgson,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.