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 Estonia and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sandy B to the grunge 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Colin Newman,
Rhythm & Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Symarip,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wasted Youth,
Joy Division,
Zapp,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Foxx,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang of Four,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Danielle Patucci,
Shoche,
Joey Negro,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Last Poets,
The Gladiators,
Idris Muhammad,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter & Gordon,
The Busters,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Remains,
Reuben Wilson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dead Boys,
Black Flag,
The Cure,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Newcleus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Pop Group,
Yaz,
Sister Nancy,
Los Fastidios,
The Beau Brummels,
Moebius,
Simply Red,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Sherman,
Harry Pussy,
Talk Talk,
Ornette Coleman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Young Marble Giants,
Hot Snakes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Sonics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
ABC,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gichy Dan,
Skarface,
The Fugs,
Yusef Lateef,
The Trojans,
Anakelly,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.