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 Costa Rica and from Sao Paulo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 The Gap Band to the techno 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Remains,
Altered Images,
Magma,
The Blackbyrds,
The Count Five,
Arab on Radar,
The Pretty Things,
The Move,
Tomorrow,
Fluxion,
Barry Ungar,
Crispian St. Peters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Erasure,
Intrusion,
Crash Course in Science,
Davy DMX,
The Fortunes,
Boz Scaggs,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Knickerbockers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeff Mills,
PIL,
The Cure,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Michelle Simonal,
Nirvana,
Trumans Water,
FM Einheit,
Qualms,
Pharoah Sanders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scratch Acid,
DJ Sneak,
Sam Rivers,
The Misunderstood,
Stetsasonic,
Sparks,
The Searchers,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Human League,
Crooked Eye,
This Heat,
Bang On A Can,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gap Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scott Walker,
Scion,
Pussy Galore,
Mr. Review,
F. McDonald,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Funkadelic,
Alice Coltrane,
The Standells,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.