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 Austria and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Quantec to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Iggy Pop,
Charles Mingus,
Pantaleimon,
Monolake,
June of 44,
Erykah Badu,
John Coltrane,
OOIOO,
JFA,
Dead Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Ossler,
Robert Hood,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Althea and Donna,
Siglo XX,
Quantec,
Tom Boy,
Sound Behaviour,
Lebanon Hanover,
The United States of America,
The Vogues,
Sugar Minott,
Lakeside,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Gang Dance,
cv313,
Sun City Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
Dark Day,
Animal Collective,
Kayak,
Easy Going,
Glenn Branca,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Leaves,
The Doors,
Khruangbin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fad Gadget,
Alice Coltrane,
The American Breed,
the Slits,
Rod Modell,
Robert Görl,
Chrome,
Grey Daturas,
the Human League,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bronski Beat,
Crime,
John Foxx,
Idris Muhammad,
Soul II Soul,
Roxette,
Soft Cell,
Roxy Music,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.