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 Croatia and from Taipei.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Monks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tomorrow,
The Fuzztones,
Man Parrish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Metal Thangz,
The Mojo Men,
cv313,
New Age Steppers,
Isaac Hayes,
Cybotron,
Bill Near,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wally Richardson,
Country Teasers,
Quantec,
Flash Fearless,
Yazoo,
The Kinks,
Swans,
Marine Girls,
Dark Day,
Japan,
Q65,
Althea and Donna,
London Community Gospel Choir,
ABC,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dead Boys,
Ice-T,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Move,
the Germs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Von Mondo,
Joey Negro,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Echospace,
Scott Walker,
Buzzcocks,
Harry Pussy,
The Birthday Party,
Harpers Bizarre,
Warren Ellis,
Dave Gahan,
Eric Dolphy,
The Real Kids,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Association,
Tears for Fears,
Aaron Thompson,
The Leaves,
Ken Boothe,
Susan Cadogan,
Sixth Finger,
Oneida,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vladislav Delay,
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.