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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 One Last Wish to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Letta Mbulu,
Rotary Connection,
The Cowsills,
OOIOO,
Marc Almond,
Spandau Ballet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Accadde A,
Model 500,
The Offenders,
a-ha,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ohio Players,
Aural Exciters,
The Moleskins,
Robert Hood,
Isaac Hayes,
Warren Ellis,
Nico,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Loose Ends,
Dave Gahan,
Peter & Gordon,
Au Pairs,
The Beau Brummels,
DNA,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Adolescents,
Ken Boothe,
Funky Four + One,
Brick,
Bill Near,
Vladislav Delay,
Cabaret Voltaire,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Idris Muhammad,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Last Poets,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang Green,
Soft Cell,
DJ Style,
Michelle Simonal,
Royal Trux,
Hashim,
Q and Not U,
10cc,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Searchers,
Audionom,
Easy Going,
Altered Images,
Donald Byrd,
Lee Hazlewood,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.