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 Swaziland and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Aswad to the rap 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fad Gadget,
Procol Harum,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deadbeat,
Kenny Larkin,
Wolf Eyes,
Blancmange,
the Human League,
Smog,
The Vogues,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Simply Red,
The Toasters,
Cameo,
The Divine Comedy,
Kaleidoscope,
John Lydon,
Whodini,
Brass Construction,
The Techniques,
Pylon,
Big Daddy Kane,
James White and The Blacks,
Organ,
Ice-T,
K-Klass,
Maurizio,
Sam Rivers,
Ornette Coleman,
Sandy B,
Gichy Dan,
Bill Wells,
Lalann,
Bad Manners,
Alison Limerick,
Main Source,
Minnie Riperton,
Jeff Lynne,
Donny Hathaway,
Yellowson,
Suburban Knight,
the Normal,
Second Layer,
Delta 5,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Swell Maps,
The Cramps,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Funkadelic,
John Foxx,
Sound Behaviour,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fugazi,
The Happenings,
Sugar Minott,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultra Naté,
Nas,
The Saints,
The Walker Brothers,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.