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 Nepal and from Edmonton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Funkadelic to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Ultravox,
Judy Mowatt,
Dave Gahan,
Negative Approach,
Ken Boothe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kaleidoscope,
The Move,
Rekid,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Slits,
Rites of Spring,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marc Almond,
David Axelrod,
The Selecter,
Pole,
Gang Green,
Eric Dolphy,
Mandrill,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camberwell Now,
Charles Mingus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Funkadelic,
Max Romeo,
La Düsseldorf,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Donny Hathaway,
Alison Limerick,
Don Cherry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thompson Twins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultra Naté,
Mr. Review,
Jawbox,
Das Ding,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter & Gordon,
Sandy B,
Khruangbin,
Alice Coltrane,
DNA,
Sarah Menescal,
Scientists,
Alphaville,
The Young Rascals,
Black Pus,
Joyce Sims,
Terry Callier,
Derrick May,
Organ,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cramps,
Sexual Harrassment,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.