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 Turkey and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Aural Exciters,
Faraquet,
The Fall,
Grey Daturas,
Dark Day,
Prince Buster,
Basic Channel,
Fluxion,
The Moody Blues,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
U.S. Maple,
Eddi Front,
The Motions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joy Division,
Tres Demented,
Kayak,
Cameo,
Moss Icon,
Barbara Tucker,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wolf Eyes,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Mummies,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Young Rascals,
Shuggie Otis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Bananas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Saccharine Trust,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grauzone,
Gang of Four,
Chris Corsano,
Half Japanese,
New Age Steppers,
Fugazi,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Main Source,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marvin Gaye,
The Offenders,
Television Personalities,
Hoover,
Bob Dylan,
Model 500,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
James White and The Blacks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pagans,
The Toasters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Judy Mowatt,
Ponytail,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Absolute Body Control,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.