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 Malta and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Simply Red to the jazz 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Circle Jerks,
Unwound,
Minor Threat,
Arab on Radar,
Tim Buckley,
Terry Callier,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Modern Lovers,
Michelle Simonal,
Susan Cadogan,
Josef K,
Byron Stingily,
Lightning Bolt,
This Heat,
Dark Day,
Roxette,
cv313,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Flag,
Half Japanese,
Juan Atkins,
Urselle,
Icehouse,
10cc,
the Sonics,
Alison Limerick,
Blake Baxter,
Quando Quango,
Black Pus,
Gong,
The Happenings,
The Five Americans,
Saccharine Trust,
The Moleskins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eli Mardock,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sight & Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Selecter,
Camberwell Now,
John Cale,
Amon Düül II,
Max Romeo,
Hot Snakes,
Hoover,
Jerry's Kids,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deadbeat,
Tommy Roe,
Eric Dolphy,
Deepchord,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tears for Fears,
Iggy Pop,
The Dead C,
Brothers Johnson,
Von Mondo,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.