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 Switzerland 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 the Human League to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
The Tremeloes,
Gabor Szabo,
EPMD,
The Techniques,
Fluxion,
Second Layer,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Womack,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Althea and Donna,
Main Source,
Masters at Work,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Blues Magoos,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mars,
Johnny Clarke,
Warren Ellis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tomorrow,
Audionom,
Joe Smooth,
The Kinks,
Dave Gahan,
Joy Division,
Eve St. Jones,
Zapp,
The Fall,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minnie Riperton,
Basic Channel,
Ohio Players,
Pantaleimon,
Deakin,
Sugar Minott,
New Order,
JFA,
Grauzone,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Holt,
Lyres,
Connie Case,
Rakim,
Flipper,
The Vogues,
The Star Department,
Soul Sonic Force,
Massinfluence,
Ituana,
Aloha Tigers,
Pylon,
Darondo,
Rites of Spring,
Rapeman,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fortunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.