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 Mongolia and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Organ to the grime 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
The Residents,
Donald Byrd,
Wire,
Drive Like Jehu,
Janne Schatter,
Sandy B,
Barclay James Harvest,
Man Eating Sloth,
Desert Stars,
The Barracudas,
10cc,
Derrick May,
Ohio Players,
Barry Ungar,
Sight & Sound,
Dead Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
The Count Five,
Eurythmics,
Banda Bassotti,
Parry Music,
Newcleus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eric B and Rakim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Buzzcocks,
DNA,
The Young Rascals,
Public Enemy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sun Ra,
Bill Wells,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soul Sonic Force,
T. Rex,
Eli Mardock,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bluetip,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tim Buckley,
Iggy Pop,
Crooked Eye,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Youth Brigade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fad Gadget,
The Cure,
Maleditus Sound,
Scratch Acid,
Popol Vuh,
Whodini,
X-102,
The Slits,
Royal Trux,
The Human League,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.