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 Sierra Leone and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 Thee Headcoats to the grime 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Yusef Lateef,
Dead Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Skarface,
Lindisfarne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cameo,
AZ,
Second Layer,
Kurtis Blow,
Technova,
cv313,
Spoonie Gee,
Smog,
John Holt,
Kerri Chandler,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kaleidoscope,
Con Funk Shun,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Real Kids,
Joey Negro,
Slave,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jawbox,
Hasil Adkins,
Essential Logic,
The Blackbyrds,
Gichy Dan,
Fela Kuti,
Monks,
Fad Gadget,
Don Cherry,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Sherman,
Nas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Busters,
Procol Harum,
Schoolly D,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Wyatt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Magazine,
Ossler,
Kerrie Biddell,
Howard Jones,
The Doors,
Chris Corsano,
Terry Callier,
Q65,
Cheater Slicks,
Prince Buster,
Black Pus,
The Associates,
The Barracudas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Simply Red,
Audionom,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.