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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
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 linndrum 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 Young Rascals to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Grauzone,
Reagan Youth,
X-102,
Ken Boothe,
Dual Sessions,
Excepter,
Aaron Thompson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Grass Roots,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Durutti Column,
K-Klass,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Johnny Clarke,
Reuben Wilson,
Bauhaus,
D'Angelo,
Technova,
Brass Construction,
Moby Grape,
The Divine Comedy,
Marvin Gaye,
Cameo,
The Cramps,
Charles Mingus,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Slits,
Accadde A,
The Golliwogs,
The American Breed,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crime,
Zapp,
Aloha Tigers,
Albert Ayler,
Letta Mbulu,
Half Japanese,
Q and Not U,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nils Olav,
New York Dolls,
Nico,
The Moleskins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jerry's Kids,
Metal Thangz,
Faraquet,
Hasil Adkins,
Suicide,
June of 44,
Silicon Teens,
Black Pus,
The Slackers,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Leaves,
Trumans Water,
Mary Jane Girls,
Goldenarms,
The Barracudas,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.