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 Marshall Islands and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Skatalites to the dance 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Icehouse,
Crooked Eye,
Henry Cow,
Second Layer,
The Gun Club,
Harmonia,
Model 500,
Colin Newman,
Absolute Body Control,
Stiv Bators,
Yaz,
The Monochrome Set,
The Five Americans,
Boredoms,
Maleditus Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Sheep,
Rotary Connection,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flamin' Groovies,
MDC,
Black Bananas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Coltrane,
Dark Day,
Liliput,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Archie Shepp,
Minutemen,
June Days,
Thee Headcoats,
Dave Gahan,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Vogues,
Negative Approach,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Von Mondo,
Eve St. Jones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bronski Beat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Toni Rubio,
Tubeway Army,
Ornette Coleman,
Blake Baxter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marc Almond,
10cc,
Ituana,
Brand Nubian,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DJ Sneak,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jacques Brel,
F. McDonald,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.