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 Lille.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Soulsonic Force to the punk 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord 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 synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Country Teasers,
Cymande,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Reagan Youth,
Derrick Morgan,
Eddi Front,
Avey Tare,
Fugazi,
Mary Jane Girls,
Althea and Donna,
Sonic Youth,
Byron Stingily,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scratch Acid,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
David Axelrod,
Delta 5,
The Cowsills,
Nirvana,
the Germs,
Fat Boys,
Alphaville,
Pet Shop Boys,
Moebius,
Soulsonic Force,
Gong,
Franke,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Skriet,
Rites of Spring,
Model 500,
Ronan,
Brand Nubian,
Depeche Mode,
Brass Construction,
DJ Style,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cecil Taylor,
China Crisis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bill Near,
Reuben Wilson,
The Moody Blues,
The Fuzztones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Index,
John Cale,
Eric Copeland,
Circle Jerks,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Royal Trux,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Five Americans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Raincoats,
Tres Demented,
Laurel Aitken,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.