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 Ivory Coast and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Arthur Verocai to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Gregory Isaacs,
K-Klass,
China Crisis,
Talk Talk,
Brass Construction,
Symarip,
Chrome,
Dave Gahan,
Mr. Review,
Ronan,
Von Mondo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Easy Going,
Maurizio,
Derrick Morgan,
Depeche Mode,
Alison Limerick,
Hasil Adkins,
Steve Hackett,
The Wake,
FM Einheit,
The Pretty Things,
Pagans,
Ohio Players,
Franke,
Lightning Bolt,
One Last Wish,
48th St. Collective,
Lalann,
The Barracudas,
Electric Prunes,
Sight & Sound,
Arab on Radar,
Quadrant,
Soul II Soul,
Yaz,
Bobby Byrd,
Johnny Osbourne,
Quantec,
Morten Harket,
The Move,
Byron Stingily,
Oneida,
Alphaville,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Hood,
Scan 7,
Lindisfarne,
Essential Logic,
Gabor Szabo,
Aural Exciters,
Tears for Fears,
Das Ding,
Archie Shepp,
Scott Walker,
Neil Young,
The Monochrome Set,
Deakin,
The Techniques,
Spoonie Gee,
Matthew Bourne,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.