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 Korea North and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Loose Ends to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings 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 techno 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Skaos,
AZ,
Harry Pussy,
Pagans,
New Order,
Fluxion,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Zapp,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
F. McDonald,
Shoche,
Kurtis Blow,
Essential Logic,
Ronan,
Blake Baxter,
Amon Düül,
The Electric Prunes,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Max Romeo,
June of 44,
X-101,
Ituana,
T. Rex,
Funky Four + One,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Associates,
Swans,
Henry Cow,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Holt,
Cal Tjader,
Robert Görl,
The Pretty Things,
Derrick May,
Newcleus,
Stiv Bators,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
the Human League,
Mission of Burma,
K-Klass,
Gregory Isaacs,
Index,
Outsiders,
The Red Krayola,
Eddi Front,
Yellowson,
Arcadia,
X-Ray Spex,
Faust,
Khruangbin,
Ossler,
Echospace,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.