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 Kosovo and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Alton Ellis to the grime 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
MDC,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Sherman,
Popol Vuh,
Make Up,
Eyeless In Gaza,
David McCallum,
Q65,
Parry Music,
Sound Behaviour,
Angry Samoans,
Don Cherry,
Erykah Badu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cal Tjader,
Sex Pistols,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Maurizio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Zapp,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang Starr,
Average White Band,
Black Moon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hashim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brick,
Jandek,
The Tremeloes,
Ronnie Foster,
The Seeds,
The Zeros,
Interpol,
Ralphi Rosario,
Steve Hackett,
The Dead C,
Laurel Aitken,
Janne Schatter,
Slave,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Pretty Things,
DJ Sneak,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aaron Thompson,
Clear Light,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Warsaw,
The Move,
Jeff Mills,
Can,
The Barracudas,
Malaria!,
Shoche,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roxette,
Groovy Waters,
The Fugs,
Yaz,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.