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 Congo and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
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 guitar 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 Kenny Larkin to the punk 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sun City Girls,
The Motions,
the Normal,
Panda Bear,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Saints,
Bill Wells,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
These Immortal Souls,
Ossler,
Roxy Music,
Sex Pistols,
Visage,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Urselle,
the Soft Cell,
Camouflage,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Agent Orange,
Dual Sessions,
Glambeats Corp.,
Subhumans,
Eric Copeland,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Severed Heads,
Brass Construction,
Blancmange,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mad Mike,
John Holt,
Pussy Galore,
The Divine Comedy,
Organ,
Main Source,
Absolute Body Control,
Alphaville,
DJ Sneak,
UT,
Bobby Byrd,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Durutti Column,
Cheater Slicks,
The Golliwogs,
The Slackers,
Rod Modell,
Eli Mardock,
Mission of Burma,
The Count Five,
Cal Tjader,
Parry Music,
Nils Olav,
Eddi Front,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nas,
Kas Product,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.