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 Guatemala and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Crooked Eye to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
China Crisis,
The Mummies,
The Electric Prunes,
DJ Sneak,
Eden Ahbez,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Grass Roots,
Johnny Clarke,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cabaret Voltaire,
EPMD,
Faraquet,
LL Cool J,
The Black Dice,
Main Source,
Gastr Del Sol,
Popol Vuh,
kango's stein massive,
Saccharine Trust,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fatback Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Matthew Bourne,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Stooges,
These Immortal Souls,
Maurizio,
This Heat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Patti Smith,
The Cure,
Slave,
Stiv Bators,
Royal Trux,
Harry Pussy,
Mandrill,
Moss Icon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Five Americans,
Delta 5,
Nik Kershaw,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Quando Quango,
June of 44,
Ornette Coleman,
Index,
the Slits,
Nick Fraelich,
Matthew Halsall,
Schoolly D,
R.M.O.,
Aural Exciters,
Gang Starr,
Sixth Finger,
Anakelly,
Echospace,
The Smoke,
Mo-Dettes,
Section 25,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.