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 Estonia and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 Tomorrow to the dance 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Dorothy Ashby,
Derrick May,
Excepter,
The Wake,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Happenings,
Audionom,
Maleditus Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pantaleimon,
Unwound,
Livin' Joy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ken Boothe,
Rufus Thomas,
Joyce Sims,
Davy DMX,
Susan Cadogan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pylon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultimate Spinach,
Procol Harum,
Average White Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deepchord,
LL Cool J,
The Electric Prunes,
Rod Modell,
Negative Approach,
The Residents,
Jeff Mills,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Flamin' Groovies,
ABC,
Maurizio,
Quando Quango,
CMW,
Tom Boy,
Circle Jerks,
Eric B and Rakim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fall,
The Buckinghams,
Infiniti,
FM Einheit,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mandrill,
Cymande,
Morten Harket,
The Birthday Party,
Bang On A Can,
Rites of Spring,
E-Dancer,
Los Fastidios,
Todd Terry,
Royal Trux,
The Count Five,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.