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 Brunei and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 The Human League to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Andrew Hill,
Reuben Wilson,
Marc Almond,
JFA,
La Düsseldorf,
Lower 48,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Susan Cadogan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Moleskins,
Eli Mardock,
Johnny Clarke,
Ten City,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Blancmange,
Dark Day,
Stereo Dub,
the Sonics,
The Alarm Clocks,
Banda Bassotti,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Don Cherry,
The Modern Lovers,
Bootsy Collins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eden Ahbez,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Unwound,
Shoche,
Hardrive,
Thompson Twins,
Wally Richardson,
Wire,
Cal Tjader,
the Germs,
Quando Quango,
Janne Schatter,
ABC,
a-ha,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pantaleimon,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Coltrane,
Roger Hodgson,
Yaz,
Negative Approach,
Derrick May,
Mandrill,
Jacob Miller,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brick,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.