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 Finland and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Icehouse to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Pantaleimon,
Roger Hodgson,
Wasted Youth,
Subhumans,
The Slits,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Evens,
The Zeros,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Reuben Wilson,
Barrington Levy,
Radiopuhelimet,
10cc,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quadrant,
The Selecter,
The Index,
Blossom Toes,
The Human League,
Scratch Acid,
Nirvana,
Glenn Branca,
The Stooges,
Yazoo,
The Blues Magoos,
U.S. Maple,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Underground Resistance,
Porter Ricks,
Gabor Szabo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Echospace,
The Offenders,
Reagan Youth,
Organ,
Robert Hood,
Minor Threat,
Gastr Del Sol,
Khruangbin,
Negative Approach,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fugazi,
the Soft Cell,
Don Cherry,
Tres Demented,
Todd Terry,
Lakeside,
Desert Stars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fela Kuti,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radio Birdman,
Grauzone,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.