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 Greece and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 In Retrospect to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Slick Rick,
Oblivians,
Black Sheep,
The Star Department,
Camberwell Now,
Rod Modell,
Idris Muhammad,
Girls At Our Best!,
New York Dolls,
Harmonia,
The Knickerbockers,
China Crisis,
Cluster,
Grauzone,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Depeche Mode,
Supertramp,
Eric Copeland,
Shoche,
Ice-T,
Gang Green,
Vladislav Delay,
H. Thieme,
Gerry Rafferty,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Vogues,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Porter Ricks,
DJ Sneak,
Kerrie Biddell,
June Days,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Tremeloes,
Robert Hood,
The New Christs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Sherman,
The Beau Brummels,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Letta Mbulu,
Yusef Lateef,
Deakin,
Stereo Dub,
Rakim,
K-Klass,
The Victims,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fad Gadget,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fat Boys,
Echospace,
Funky Four + One,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Byrd,
David Axelrod,
the Germs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Dirtbombs,
Agent Orange,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.