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 Cameroon and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the funk 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Neil Young,
CMW,
Jesper Dahlback,
Porter Ricks,
Groovy Waters,
Sugar Minott,
kango's stein massive,
The Motions,
Simply Red,
The Golliwogs,
Neu!,
Outsiders,
Rekid,
Roxette,
Sandy B,
Cymande,
Gong,
X-Ray Spex,
Pantaleimon,
Aural Exciters,
Sun Ra,
Marc Almond,
Lee Hazlewood,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gichy Dan,
Loose Ends,
Duran Duran,
Barry Ungar,
Kas Product,
Soul II Soul,
Skriet,
Soft Machine,
Magma,
Radiopuhelimet,
Public Enemy,
Sonic Youth,
Black Moon,
Roger Hodgson,
The Kinks,
The Knickerbockers,
Talk Talk,
Malaria!,
Kaleidoscope,
Qualms,
The Raincoats,
John Holt,
Sällskapet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boz Scaggs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quantec,
Avey Tare,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pere Ubu,
Ronnie Foster,
Agitation Free,
Eric B and Rakim,
Audionom,
Royal Trux,
Camberwell Now,
The Doobie Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.