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 Gabon and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the electroclash 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Saccharine Trust,
Blossom Toes,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Divine Comedy,
Derrick May,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott Heron,
cv313,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marc Almond,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang of Four,
MDC,
The Slits,
The Motions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Boz Scaggs,
Neil Young,
X-101,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eden Ahbez,
The Techniques,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aswad,
Symarip,
Kurtis Blow,
Skarface,
Blake Baxter,
Absolute Body Control,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Peter and Kerry,
D'Angelo,
Rotary Connection,
Lakeside,
Vainqueur,
Jesper Dahlback,
Duran Duran,
Brothers Johnson,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Zeros,
The Doobie Brothers,
New York Dolls,
Nico,
Subhumans,
Babytalk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jerry's Kids,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Byrd,
The United States of America,
The Stooges,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Patti Smith,
Lungfish,
Sam Rivers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tubeway Army,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.