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 Gabon and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Black Moon to the electroclash 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Kayak,
Organ,
The Fortunes,
Godley & Creme,
Ludus,
Mad Mike,
The Move,
The Moody Blues,
Charles Mingus,
Hashim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Interpol,
Public Enemy,
Little Man,
Arab on Radar,
MDC,
La Düsseldorf,
The Durutti Column,
Deepchord,
Angry Samoans,
Prince Buster,
Silicon Teens,
The Selecter,
Brick,
The Black Dice,
Das Ding,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Toasters,
Los Fastidios,
Gang Starr,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Electric Prunes,
Agent Orange,
Terry Callier,
Icehouse,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Sonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ken Boothe,
Ultra Naté,
Pantaleimon,
Ituana,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New Age Steppers,
The Slackers,
Rapeman,
The Moleskins,
48th St. Collective,
Johnny Osbourne,
Porter Ricks,
The Tremeloes,
Peter & Gordon,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Remains,
Todd Terry,
Eric Dolphy,
Urselle,
MC5,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.