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 Gabon and from Stockholm.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Arthur Verocai to the electroclash 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
The Seeds,
The Neon Judgement,
Tommy Roe,
ABBA,
The Misunderstood,
Drive Like Jehu,
Model 500,
Mandrill,
The Five Americans,
Vainqueur,
Johnny Osbourne,
Infiniti,
Todd Terry,
Max Romeo,
Charles Mingus,
James White and The Blacks,
Maurizio,
The Index,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Bananas,
48th St. Collective,
the Germs,
Sonic Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
Jacques Brel,
The Names,
The Mojo Men,
Gang Gang Dance,
10cc,
The Fuzztones,
ABC,
Talk Talk,
Arthur Verocai,
Rosa Yemen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Hood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Victims,
Bang On A Can,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sugar Minott,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Faust,
Andrew Hill,
Faraquet,
The Blues Magoos,
Technova,
Masters at Work,
The Cure,
David McCallum,
Oneida,
Byron Stingily,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mr. Review,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.