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 Djibouti and from Edmonton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Judy Mowatt 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Pylon,
Jeff Lynne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barry Ungar,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Angels of Light,
Wings,
Model 500,
Barbara Tucker,
Circle Jerks,
The New Christs,
The Count Five,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Buckinghams,
Anakelly,
The Move,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Techniques,
Faust,
Supertramp,
Goldenarms,
Harmonia,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tears for Fears,
The Moleskins,
Malaria!,
Ice-T,
Joe Finger,
Barclay James Harvest,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sixth Finger,
Schoolly D,
Eve St. Jones,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Busters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
T.S.O.L.,
Quando Quango,
The Zeros,
Morten Harket,
Donald Byrd,
Lakeside,
Carl Craig,
The Tremeloes,
Simply Red,
Mission of Burma,
The Fire Engines,
Roxette,
Chris & Cosey,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Royal Trux,
Main Source,
Grey Daturas,
Bauhaus,
Derrick Morgan,
Boz Scaggs,
Delta 5,
Spandau Ballet,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.