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 Greece and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
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 chamberlin 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 Pus to the rap 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Drexciya,
The Slits,
The Gap Band,
Derrick Morgan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marcia Griffiths,
Amon Düül II,
Gang Gang Dance,
Donald Byrd,
Rites of Spring,
Fugazi,
Television,
Colin Newman,
Basic Channel,
Stetsasonic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Byron Stingily,
Eric Dolphy,
Infiniti,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Association,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Skarface,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gichy Dan,
The Trojans,
The Neon Judgement,
Dave Gahan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Flipper,
Mark Hollis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Silicon Teens,
Malaria!,
Electric Prunes,
Roger Hodgson,
Jandek,
David Bowie,
Joy Division,
The Golliwogs,
Sun City Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
Tears for Fears,
The Evens,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Moon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Slick Rick,
Delon & Dalcan,
FM Einheit,
Funky Four + One,
Fluxion,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Negative Approach,
The Tremeloes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.