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 Seychelles and from London.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the funk 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Deadbeat,
Pylon,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Byrd,
Pierre Henry,
Oblivians,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeff Lynne,
Country Teasers,
The Kinks,
The Blackbyrds,
Mandrill,
the Fania All-Stars,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Knickerbockers,
Panda Bear,
The Happenings,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Wake,
Bluetip,
The Star Department,
Marc Almond,
Jerry's Kids,
Idris Muhammad,
Negative Approach,
Erasure,
Barbara Tucker,
Duran Duran,
The Music Machine,
Model 500,
Rosa Yemen,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter & Gordon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crime,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Magazine,
Boredoms,
Half Japanese,
Marine Girls,
Nas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Pop Group,
MDC,
The Motions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
X-Ray Spex,
Jacob Miller,
Radio Birdman,
Lungfish,
Joey Negro,
Ronan,
Thompson Twins,
Prince Buster,
Fela Kuti,
The American Breed,
Junior Murvin,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.