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 Albania and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 Make Up to the grime 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
The Move,
Ultravox,
The New Christs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Matthew Bourne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fela Kuti,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
10cc,
Cymande,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jandek,
The American Breed,
Model 500,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alison Limerick,
OOIOO,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Smog,
Excepter,
Stetsasonic,
The Cure,
Outsiders,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Offenders,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Dead C,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fear,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joey Negro,
Technova,
Connie Case,
James White and The Blacks,
Yaz,
Brothers Johnson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tommy Roe,
ABBA,
DJ Sneak,
Skaos,
The Real Kids,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gichy Dan,
Black Sheep,
Eric Copeland,
Symarip,
Infiniti,
Tres Demented,
Steve Hackett,
Bootsy Collins,
Lee Hazlewood,
kango's stein massive,
Altered Images,
Mark Hollis,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.