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 Mali and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 F. McDonald to the disco 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Toasters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jacob Miller,
Technova,
the Slits,
Eve St. Jones,
Joyce Sims,
Procol Harum,
Joy Division,
Althea and Donna,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Q and Not U,
Matthew Bourne,
Jeff Lynne,
Panda Bear,
The Busters,
Dual Sessions,
Babytalk,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Move,
Second Layer,
Moby Grape,
Amazonics,
Derrick May,
Black Bananas,
The Sound,
Franke,
Alice Coltrane,
Scion,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ronan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dawn Penn,
The Shadows of Knight,
Juan Atkins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Duran Duran,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang Gang Dance,
Subhumans,
the Human League,
The Offenders,
The Mojo Men,
KRS-One,
The Human League,
The Knickerbockers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joe Finger,
Peter and Kerry,
Lalann,
Sister Nancy,
Ludus,
Lyres,
Robert Wyatt,
Mr. Review,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare,
Royal Trux,
the Sonics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Misunderstood,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.