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 Rwanda and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Con Funk Shun to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
The Slackers,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Womack,
Steve Hackett,
Josef K,
Guru Guru,
The Kinks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Heaven 17,
Yellowson,
X-102,
Joy Division,
Soulsonic Force,
Maurizio,
Urselle,
Leonard Cohen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fugazi,
The Move,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blossom Toes,
Pantytec,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Newcleus,
Janne Schatter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Zero Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
Crispian St. Peters,
David McCallum,
Livin' Joy,
One Last Wish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
kango's stein massive,
Tom Boy,
Avey Tare,
Spoonie Gee,
JFA,
Gichy Dan,
The Five Americans,
The Young Rascals,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Names,
KRS-One,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fuzztones,
Lucky Dragons,
Glambeats Corp.,
T. Rex,
Jacques Brel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed,
Quando Quango,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott Heron,
China Crisis,
Ronan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Michelle Simonal,
X-Ray Spex,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.