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 Albania and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb 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 Pagans to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Brick,
Visage,
Franke,
Essential Logic,
The Gun Club,
Easy Going,
Sun Ra,
The Last Poets,
Trumans Water,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Funkadelic,
Chrome,
Porter Ricks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
New Age Steppers,
Monks,
Harmonia,
June Days,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Skatalites,
The Velvet Underground,
The Busters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Janne Schatter,
Boz Scaggs,
Freddie Wadling,
New York Dolls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Malaria!,
Little Man,
The Names,
Kurtis Blow,
X-Ray Spex,
CMW,
Bronski Beat,
Moebius,
Ponytail,
Jesper Dahlback,
Idris Muhammad,
Wally Richardson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Chris Corsano,
Tubeway Army,
Mr. Review,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Toni Rubio,
Warsaw,
48th St. Collective,
Ituana,
The Standells,
Unrelated Segments,
Byron Stingily,
Fluxion,
Judy Mowatt,
Inner City,
Absolute Body Control,
Marc Almond,
The Alarm Clocks,
Faraquet,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.