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 Mozambique and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crispy Ambulance to the electroclash 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Mummies,
Boogie Down Productions,
Arthur Verocai,
Inner City,
The Offenders,
Magma,
Erasure,
Cheater Slicks,
Arab on Radar,
The Detroit Cobras,
Isaac Hayes,
John Coltrane,
Camberwell Now,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roxette,
Lower 48,
Public Image Ltd.,
E-Dancer,
The Raincoats,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thee Headcoats,
Derrick Morgan,
Bush Tetras,
Bronski Beat,
Stiv Bators,
Kaleidoscope,
Depeche Mode,
Ken Boothe,
Zero Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
Porter Ricks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric Copeland,
X-101,
Skriet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Human League,
Vladislav Delay,
Amazonics,
Outsiders,
The Evens,
The Selecter,
Das Ding,
The Fuzztones,
Minny Pops,
Drexciya,
Cymande,
Ronnie Foster,
The Busters,
Sonic Youth,
Johnny Clarke,
The Motions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.