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 Gambia and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Move to the crunk 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Section 25,
Magma,
Marc Almond,
Pantytec,
Crispy Ambulance,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
A Certain Ratio,
Index,
Moebius,
Babytalk,
Nils Olav,
Adolescents,
David McCallum,
Chris Corsano,
Jerry's Kids,
The Zeros,
Cybotron,
Spandau Ballet,
The Last Poets,
Joey Negro,
Donny Hathaway,
The Buckinghams,
T.S.O.L.,
Angry Samoans,
In Retrospect,
Junior Murvin,
JFA,
These Immortal Souls,
Make Up,
The Knickerbockers,
The Star Department,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
This Heat,
Hardrive,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Vainqueur,
Funkadelic,
Motorama,
The Smoke,
James White and The Blacks,
The Music Machine,
The Leaves,
Warsaw,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stetsasonic,
The Slackers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott Heron,
Blake Baxter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bad Manners,
Soul Sonic Force,
Desert Stars,
Howard Jones,
Depeche Mode,
Simply Red,
Jeff Mills,
Quantec,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.