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 Thailand and from New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 8 Eyed Spy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Eric Copeland,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grauzone,
Pet Shop Boys,
ABBA,
Max Romeo,
The Grass Roots,
Panda Bear,
Camberwell Now,
Ponytail,
Carl Craig,
Rotary Connection,
Big Daddy Kane,
MC5,
Surgeon,
Marine Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sister Nancy,
Radio Birdman,
The Kinks,
Oneida,
Aural Exciters,
The Wake,
Mo-Dettes,
Hashim,
This Heat,
R.M.O.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fall,
T. Rex,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marmalade,
Harmonia,
F. McDonald,
Warsaw,
Public Enemy,
Scratch Acid,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter and Kerry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Moss Icon,
Gang of Four,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fuzztones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Todd Terry,
Roxette,
The Divine Comedy,
Eric Dolphy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Whodini,
the Germs,
Slave,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gichy Dan,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.