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 Suriname and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet 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 Gun Club to the electroclash 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
The Blues Magoos,
48th St. Collective,
The Motions,
Niagra,
Reuben Wilson,
Boredoms,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Monolake,
Grandmaster Flash,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sound,
Y Pants,
Sixth Finger,
Jacques Brel,
Sight & Sound,
Country Teasers,
Masters at Work,
Joensuu 1685,
Warren Ellis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hoover,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Wake,
Quadrant,
Moby Grape,
Sunsets and Hearts,
X-Ray Spex,
Nick Fraelich,
Laurel Aitken,
Rufus Thomas,
Anakelly,
Freddie Wadling,
Jesper Dahlback,
Saccharine Trust,
Royal Trux,
Matthew Bourne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crash Course in Science,
ABC,
The Selecter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Throbbing Gristle,
Harmonia,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bizarre Inc.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scion,
Archie Shepp,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gichy Dan,
Can,
Underground Resistance,
Wolf Eyes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Happenings,
The Smoke,
Heaven 17,
World's Most,
The Count Five,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Smiths,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.