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 Cape Verde and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Yazoo to the jazz 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Cymande,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pharoah Sanders,
Magma,
Flamin' Groovies,
Johnny Clarke,
Tomorrow,
Depeche Mode,
Schoolly D,
Davy DMX,
Cheater Slicks,
Sällskapet,
New Age Steppers,
Dave Gahan,
Robert Görl,
Drive Like Jehu,
Spoonie Gee,
Aswad,
Black Bananas,
Metal Thangz,
Joy Division,
Janne Schatter,
The Blackbyrds,
Harmonia,
Subhumans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sound Behaviour,
The Smoke,
T.S.O.L.,
Yaz,
The Dead C,
Minny Pops,
Mr. Review,
Yazoo,
the Normal,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Green,
David McCallum,
Idris Muhammad,
Zapp,
Guru Guru,
Chris & Cosey,
Delon & Dalcan,
Interpol,
Skarface,
Pere Ubu,
Eurythmics,
Fatback Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Loose Ends,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kaleidoscope,
Marc Almond,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Toni Rubio,
Aloha Tigers,
Rod Modell,
the Slits,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Carl Craig,
10cc,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.