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 Kuwait and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 The Skatalites to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Pussy Galore,
Arcadia,
Moss Icon,
Lower 48,
Excepter,
Rosa Yemen,
Crooked Eye,
The Dave Clark Five,
James White and The Blacks,
Davy DMX,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deepchord,
Ronnie Foster,
Icehouse,
Black Bananas,
Shuggie Otis,
Mission of Burma,
Tom Boy,
The Barracudas,
Niagra,
Organ,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yellowson,
Jimmy McGriff,
ABBA,
Eric Dolphy,
Jandek,
Bobby Sherman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Victims,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wings,
Rotary Connection,
Ken Boothe,
The Remains,
Eddi Front,
Archie Shepp,
Eric B and Rakim,
Buzzcocks,
Graham Central Station,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bush Tetras,
Public Enemy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pierre Henry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mo-Dettes,
Leonard Cohen,
Crime,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Moon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skriet,
Hardrive,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Boogie Down Productions,
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.