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 Zimbabwe and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 organ 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 Cure to the rap 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
the Soft Cell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tropical Tobacco,
Slave,
The Martian,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
kango's stein massive,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeru the Damaja,
Glenn Branca,
Max Romeo,
Morten Harket,
Connie Case,
The Fugs,
The Leaves,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Archie Shepp,
Rufus Thomas,
Cecil Taylor,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Raincoats,
Malaria!,
Accadde A,
Joensuu 1685,
Mo-Dettes,
Boredoms,
Marine Girls,
B.T. Express,
Marvin Gaye,
Hashim,
EPMD,
New York Dolls,
Quadrant,
Man Eating Sloth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jacques Brel,
Harry Pussy,
Silicon Teens,
Maurizio,
DNA,
Crash Course in Science,
The Evens,
Joey Negro,
Skarface,
Scott Walker,
OOIOO,
Kas Product,
Wire,
Patti Smith,
U.S. Maple,
MDC,
LL Cool J,
Soulsonic Force,
The Five Americans,
The Mojo Men,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.