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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lille.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Brass Construction,
Max Romeo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Drexciya,
Sun City Girls,
Aural Exciters,
The Neon Judgement,
June Days,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mission of Burma,
Ronan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultravox,
Average White Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Bootsy Collins,
Dennis Brown,
Zero Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
Oblivians,
Yaz,
the Human League,
Cecil Taylor,
Stetsasonic,
Peter & Gordon,
The Monks,
Bob Dylan,
Rakim,
Godley & Creme,
The Evens,
New Age Steppers,
Chris & Cosey,
Brand Nubian,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gabor Szabo,
Rotary Connection,
the Normal,
Scan 7,
Pole,
Brick,
Derrick May,
The Mummies,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Human League,
Black Sheep,
Rod Modell,
Nico,
Susan Cadogan,
Magma,
Dead Boys,
Schoolly D,
Sonic Youth,
Patti Smith,
Neil Young,
Harpers Bizarre,
Anakelly,
The Raincoats,
Quando Quango,
Black Moon,
Eden Ahbez,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.