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 Nauru and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar 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 Excepter to the grunge 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Index,
The Electric Prunes,
Sound Behaviour,
Ponytail,
La Düsseldorf,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mars,
Harry Pussy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Von Mondo,
Don Cherry,
Andrew Hill,
Cameo,
Lindisfarne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Angry Samoans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Schoolly D,
Yellowson,
Roger Hodgson,
Bootsy Collins,
These Immortal Souls,
World's Most,
The Beau Brummels,
Matthew Halsall,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Last Poets,
Suburban Knight,
Cheater Slicks,
Tres Demented,
Al Stewart,
The Techniques,
Maleditus Sound,
Zapp,
Marcia Griffiths,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Derrick Morgan,
Stereo Dub,
Young Marble Giants,
Pierre Henry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Simply Red,
A Certain Ratio,
Whodini,
The Slits,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Steve Hackett,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Average White Band,
The Martian,
The Happenings,
Dave Gahan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Durutti Column,
the Slits,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rotary Connection,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.