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 Ghana and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Lou Reed 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 Bad Manners to the grime 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Foxx,
The Cure,
Joe Finger,
Model 500,
Fluxion,
The Offenders,
Vainqueur,
Roy Ayers,
Camouflage,
The Fortunes,
Siglo XX,
Young Marble Giants,
Vladislav Delay,
The Buckinghams,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tommy Roe,
Scrapy,
Scion,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brick,
MDC,
Camberwell Now,
Ituana,
Danielle Patucci,
Maurizio,
The Shadows of Knight,
Godley & Creme,
Radiopuhelimet,
Malaria!,
Sarah Menescal,
Hardrive,
The Birthday Party,
Soulsonic Force,
Spandau Ballet,
Fela Kuti,
The Residents,
The Red Krayola,
Jacques Brel,
Parry Music,
Hasil Adkins,
These Immortal Souls,
Gabor Szabo,
Electric Prunes,
Susan Cadogan,
Sex Pistols,
Lakeside,
This Heat,
The Barracudas,
Dual Sessions,
Suicide,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fire Engines,
Metal Thangz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joey Negro,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Womack,
Freddie Wadling,
Dennis Brown,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.