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 Zimbabwe and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
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 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 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Graham Central Station,
The New Christs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Christie,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Interpol,
Soulsonic Force,
The Smoke,
Absolute Body Control,
Soft Machine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Depeche Mode,
Bluetip,
Erasure,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Smiths,
Boz Scaggs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Max Romeo,
Pole,
the Association,
Kerri Chandler,
Yaz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nik Kershaw,
Simply Red,
Lindisfarne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Silicon Teens,
Fela Kuti,
The Walker Brothers,
Bill Near,
The J.B.'s,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ponytail,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mark Hollis,
Faust,
K-Klass,
Ultra Naté,
Q and Not U,
Y Pants,
The Fire Engines,
Audionom,
the Normal,
Derrick Morgan,
X-101,
Bill Wells,
X-Ray Spex,
Basic Channel,
Nils Olav,
Gong,
Half Japanese,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.