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 Fiji and from Toronto.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 Deadbeat to the crunk 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Quadrant,
Chrome,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Maurizio,
Rapeman,
Dawn Penn,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
FM Einheit,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roy Ayers,
Archie Shepp,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cure,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wasted Youth,
F. McDonald,
Fad Gadget,
Sound Behaviour,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Connie Case,
Negative Approach,
Terry Callier,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Siglo XX,
T. Rex,
Barclay James Harvest,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scrapy,
Crash Course in Science,
Toni Rubio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minutemen,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minny Pops,
X-102,
Infiniti,
The Star Department,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Zero Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Metal Thangz,
AZ,
Jimmy McGriff,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Laurel Aitken,
The Barracudas,
Urselle,
China Crisis,
Pylon,
Funkadelic,
Neil Young,
Spoonie Gee,
Tres Demented,
Danielle Patucci,
Rekid,
Pagans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Excepter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
James White and The Blacks,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.