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 Tonga 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare 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 Banda Bassotti to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ossler,
The Names,
Accadde A,
Nas,
Scion,
Dark Day,
Crispy Ambulance,
D'Angelo,
Minutemen,
Essential Logic,
Darondo,
K-Klass,
Surgeon,
a-ha,
The Fortunes,
The Misunderstood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kaleidoscope,
Hot Snakes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Smog,
The Real Kids,
June Days,
Ten City,
Reagan Youth,
The Shadows of Knight,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Graham Central Station,
F. McDonald,
Jerry's Kids,
the Slits,
Hashim,
Chris Corsano,
Erasure,
Monolake,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Music Machine,
Aloha Tigers,
Rekid,
The Raincoats,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pere Ubu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed,
Minny Pops,
The Gap Band,
Siglo XX,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Moody Blues,
Severed Heads,
Symarip,
The Smiths,
Alton Ellis,
Kurtis Blow,
Simply Red,
Gichy Dan,
The Knickerbockers,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.