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 Namibia and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 Magazine to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Warsaw,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Christie,
Negative Approach,
Yaz,
Lungfish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Real Kids,
Unrelated Segments,
Minnie Riperton,
Duran Duran,
Marshall Jefferson,
Arcadia,
Ronnie Foster,
the Bar-Kays,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alton Ellis,
The Human League,
Nirvana,
Chris Corsano,
Joe Finger,
Gong,
Audionom,
Marcia Griffiths,
Underground Resistance,
Roy Ayers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Clear Light,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thee Headcoats,
Metal Thangz,
Isaac Hayes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eddi Front,
Jawbox,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
The Residents,
The Buckinghams,
The Neon Judgement,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kayak,
Angry Samoans,
Bronski Beat,
Young Marble Giants,
Tim Buckley,
Tubeway Army,
The Dirtbombs,
Babytalk,
Marine Girls,
Altered Images,
Minutemen,
Silicon Teens,
Sandy B,
Big Daddy Kane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bush Tetras,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Banda Bassotti,
June of 44,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.