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 Slovakia and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 Jimmy McGriff to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Gang Starr,
Amon Düül II,
Simply Red,
Eli Mardock,
Ten City,
The Gap Band,
Country Teasers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Janne Schatter,
Magma,
Marcia Griffiths,
June of 44,
The Toasters,
Buzzcocks,
Thompson Twins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scratch Acid,
Wings,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Bar-Kays,
Barrington Levy,
Oblivians,
Sound Behaviour,
Susan Cadogan,
Goldenarms,
Dark Day,
The Smiths,
Von Mondo,
Prince Buster,
The Five Americans,
June Days,
Drexciya,
Skarface,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eurythmics,
L. Decosne,
Bronski Beat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Boz Scaggs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hasil Adkins,
Morten Harket,
Blancmange,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pylon,
ABC,
Connie Case,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Davy DMX,
Masters at Work,
Eden Ahbez,
Joensuu 1685,
The Real Kids,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Anakelly,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mo-Dettes,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.