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 Kuwait and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Saints to the rock 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Make Up,
The Victims,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crispian St. Peters,
CMW,
Eric Copeland,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ituana,
A Certain Ratio,
Supertramp,
R.M.O.,
The Human League,
Clear Light,
Jacob Miller,
Don Cherry,
Mars,
Masters at Work,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stereo Dub,
Sugar Minott,
kango's stein massive,
Alton Ellis,
Freddie Wadling,
Simply Red,
Audionom,
Harmonia,
Thompson Twins,
Joyce Sims,
Lungfish,
Crash Course in Science,
Althea and Donna,
AZ,
the Sonics,
Crooked Eye,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wally Richardson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kas Product,
The Black Dice,
the Soft Cell,
The Electric Prunes,
Fat Boys,
Flipper,
Infiniti,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultravox,
Ornette Coleman,
John Lydon,
Ice-T,
Zero Boys,
Eurythmics,
the Human League,
Jeru the Damaja,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bizarre Inc.,
Urselle,
The Pop Group,
the Swans,
Dawn Penn,
Delta 5,
Black Sheep,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.