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 Kenya and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Shoche,
The Knickerbockers,
Public Enemy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Suburban Knight,
The Music Machine,
Bill Wells,
The Misunderstood,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Tremeloes,
Lakeside,
Wire,
Supertramp,
Juan Atkins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The American Breed,
Ronnie Foster,
Sound Behaviour,
Bad Manners,
Liliput,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Sherman,
Das Ding,
China Crisis,
John Foxx,
Barrington Levy,
Harry Pussy,
Little Man,
U.S. Maple,
Isaac Hayes,
Bush Tetras,
John Coltrane,
Tubeway Army,
Peter and Kerry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Desert Stars,
Silicon Teens,
Amon Düül II,
Roxette,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Smiths,
Make Up,
The Zeros,
Skriet,
48th St. Collective,
Nick Fraelich,
Babytalk,
The Young Rascals,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eve St. Jones,
The Happenings,
The Gladiators,
Deadbeat,
Bronski Beat,
Avey Tare,
Surgeon,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.