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 Equatorial Guinea and from Stockholm.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Real Kids to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Lindisfarne,
The Busters,
The Toasters,
Bluetip,
Iggy Pop,
X-102,
Skriet,
Duran Duran,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
David Bowie,
Lakeside,
Freddie Wadling,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sound,
Rhythm & Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Erasure,
Robert Hood,
Nas,
Funky Four + One,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cybotron,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Trojans,
Erykah Badu,
Lalann,
Harmonia,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fortunes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Donny Hathaway,
Public Enemy,
Connie Case,
The Techniques,
CMW,
Tommy Roe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Underground Resistance,
Dead Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joe Finger,
the Association,
Goldenarms,
Gang Starr,
Cameo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jesper Dahlback,
Neu!,
Desert Stars,
Skaos,
Fad Gadget,
U.S. Maple,
Godley & Creme,
The Detroit Cobras,
Negative Approach,
Anakelly,
Ralphi Rosario,
Motorama,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.