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 Lesotho and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 Stereo Dub to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Malaria!,
R.M.O.,
the Human League,
the Association,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sonny Sharrock,
Man Parrish,
Blossom Toes,
Morten Harket,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pulsallama,
Todd Rundgren,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Spandau Ballet,
Simply Red,
Aloha Tigers,
Easy Going,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Offenders,
Joyce Sims,
Crime,
UT,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
B.T. Express,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joensuu 1685,
Max Romeo,
Pylon,
Wally Richardson,
Television,
Alton Ellis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Icehouse,
Interpol,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gong,
Bobby Sherman,
EPMD,
Black Pus,
Q65,
Lee Hazlewood,
Television Personalities,
Loose Ends,
Connie Case,
Fugazi,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rufus Thomas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bizarre Inc.,
kango's stein massive,
These Immortal Souls,
Pere Ubu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Andrew Hill,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.