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 Delhi.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Human League to the dance 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Wings,
The Music Machine,
Letta Mbulu,
Quantec,
Theoretical Girls,
Pantytec,
Hoover,
Sparks,
The Modern Lovers,
Nas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Martian,
Prince Buster,
The Leaves,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alphaville,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moss Icon,
The Standells,
The New Christs,
The Trojans,
Schoolly D,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Make Up,
Vladislav Delay,
The Tremeloes,
Rakim,
Ultra Naté,
Reuben Wilson,
OOIOO,
Can,
Eddi Front,
Whodini,
Erykah Badu,
Lee Hazlewood,
B.T. Express,
Gang Starr,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gichy Dan,
Derrick May,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Womack,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roy Ayers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minny Pops,
LL Cool J,
Jacob Miller,
Sunsets and Hearts,
AZ,
China Crisis,
Buzzcocks,
Tomorrow,
Angry Samoans,
Suburban Knight,
Neu!,
The Evens,
the Slits,
Dave Gahan,
Aloha Tigers,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.