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 Samoa and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Vladislav Delay to the disco 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Flamin' Groovies,
Whodini,
The Vogues,
Wolf Eyes,
10cc,
Sexual Harrassment,
Matthew Bourne,
The Moleskins,
Accadde A,
Funkadelic,
Desert Stars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
ABC,
The Stooges,
Oneida,
The Angels of Light,
Byron Stingily,
Mission of Burma,
The Shadows of Knight,
Khruangbin,
Ponytail,
Thompson Twins,
The Blues Magoos,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Evens,
Bad Manners,
Ituana,
John Cale,
Ultravox,
Lou Christie,
Au Pairs,
Man Parrish,
Pole,
Television Personalities,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Moss Icon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Toni Rubio,
Amazonics,
June of 44,
Althea and Donna,
Tomorrow,
Hardrive,
Spoonie Gee,
Prince Buster,
Al Stewart,
X-101,
Suicide,
The Selecter,
Jeff Mills,
Main Source,
Bronski Beat,
The Fortunes,
Marine Girls,
Stiv Bators,
The Young Rascals,
kango's stein massive,
Clear Light,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Organ,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.