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 Malawi and from Hong Kong.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Goldenarms to the electroclash 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bush Tetras,
Toni Rubio,
Porter Ricks,
10cc,
Rakim,
Grauzone,
Hot Snakes,
Erykah Badu,
Juan Atkins,
Eve St. Jones,
Rosa Yemen,
Prince Buster,
Ponytail,
The Doobie Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
Lalann,
Pere Ubu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Warren Ellis,
Gang Starr,
Bluetip,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Techniques,
The Smiths,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Smoke,
Dead Boys,
Sonic Youth,
F. McDonald,
Fela Kuti,
The Dave Clark Five,
OOIOO,
Loose Ends,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soft Cell,
Ultravox,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Sonics,
Dave Gahan,
Skaos,
Scott Walker,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Quantec,
Mary Jane Girls,
MDC,
Ronan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Average White Band,
B.T. Express,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Last Poets,
The Cure,
PIL,
Dark Day,
Gil Scott Heron,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.