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 Uganda 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Lou Reed 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 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
New Order,
the Swans,
Maleditus Sound,
Subhumans,
The Knickerbockers,
Dennis Brown,
DNA,
Arab on Radar,
Grey Daturas,
X-Ray Spex,
The Skatalites,
Easy Going,
Inner City,
The Red Krayola,
Organ,
Cybotron,
Bill Wells,
Saccharine Trust,
Hashim,
Curtis Mayfield,
Slick Rick,
Cal Tjader,
Roy Ayers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mantronix,
Gang Gang Dance,
Slave,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Au Pairs,
In Retrospect,
Bob Dylan,
Mark Hollis,
John Cale,
Ultravox,
Althea and Donna,
The Neon Judgement,
Rakim,
Audionom,
Icehouse,
Nas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Moon,
Barry Ungar,
Jeff Mills,
The Misunderstood,
Duran Duran,
Rites of Spring,
Suburban Knight,
New York Dolls,
Masters at Work,
Heaven 17,
Sugar Minott,
James White and The Blacks,
David McCallum,
Kas Product,
June of 44,
H. Thieme,
X-101,
The Evens,
Albert Ayler,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.