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 Somalia and from Spokane.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deadbeat,
DNA,
cv313,
Scratch Acid,
Kool Moe Dee,
Blossom Toes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The J.B.'s,
The Searchers,
Black Pus,
MDC,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Peter & Gordon,
The Moleskins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tres Demented,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Von Mondo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cymande,
Tim Buckley,
Dorothy Ashby,
Amon Düül,
The Tremeloes,
The Count Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lower 48,
These Immortal Souls,
Sugar Minott,
Deepchord,
The Detroit Cobras,
Connie Case,
Skarface,
Los Fastidios,
Danielle Patucci,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bluetip,
Johnny Clarke,
Godley & Creme,
Make Up,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Techniques,
Roy Ayers,
Audionom,
LL Cool J,
Pagans,
Suicide,
Pere Ubu,
Roxy Music,
Eurythmics,
The Birthday Party,
DJ Style,
Funky Four + One,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Second Layer,
Kas Product,
China Crisis,
Desert Stars,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.