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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Rekid 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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
The Zeros,
Toni Rubio,
Roger Hodgson,
Oneida,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bootsy Collins,
Hot Snakes,
Godley & Creme,
Accadde A,
Can,
Depeche Mode,
Al Stewart,
Roxette,
Man Eating Sloth,
James White and The Blacks,
The Monochrome Set,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scott Walker,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tomorrow,
Gang Starr,
Brothers Johnson,
Deakin,
Neu!,
The Grass Roots,
Tom Boy,
Mantronix,
AZ,
Brass Construction,
Kenny Larkin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Buzzcocks,
Infiniti,
Silicon Teens,
The Monks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
EPMD,
The Star Department,
Wally Richardson,
Iggy Pop,
Von Mondo,
Soul II Soul,
The Angels of Light,
Newcleus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brand Nubian,
One Last Wish,
The Divine Comedy,
Fatback Band,
The Happenings,
The Gap Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Mo-Dettes,
U.S. Maple,
Dave Gahan,
Desert Stars,
Royal Trux,
Darondo,
The New Christs,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.