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 Antigua and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin 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 Pet Shop Boys 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Rites of Spring,
Rosa Yemen,
Sound Behaviour,
Subhumans,
Chris Corsano,
Groovy Waters,
The Busters,
Cal Tjader,
Accadde A,
Jacques Brel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Erykah Badu,
Theoretical Girls,
Masters at Work,
Franke,
Pagans,
The Blues Magoos,
Fela Kuti,
Symarip,
The Human League,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tomorrow,
Gong,
Ronan,
X-102,
Scientists,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mojo Men,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pantaleimon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Echospace,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Swans,
Grauzone,
The Victims,
The Cure,
Fat Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
Infiniti,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-Ray Spex,
cv313,
Sällskapet,
Brand Nubian,
Matthew Bourne,
Jawbox,
Mad Mike,
Hot Snakes,
PIL,
Newcleus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dorothy Ashby,
World's Most,
These Immortal Souls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tommy Roe,
The Fortunes,
Spoonie Gee,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.