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 Guinea-Bissau and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 The Blues Magoos to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Derrick May,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Durutti Column,
Joe Smooth,
Thompson Twins,
Mantronix,
The Offenders,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rosa Yemen,
Motorama,
Cheater Slicks,
Minutemen,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Bar-Kays,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fear,
Donald Byrd,
Mo-Dettes,
Jacob Miller,
Aural Exciters,
Ice-T,
Andrew Hill,
Theoretical Girls,
Ten City,
Gerry Rafferty,
Symarip,
Skriet,
the Normal,
Jimmy McGriff,
Faraquet,
Aswad,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dave Gahan,
Das Ding,
Heaven 17,
Aloha Tigers,
Aaron Thompson,
David Bowie,
Bronski Beat,
Todd Rundgren,
The Slits,
Glambeats Corp.,
Magma,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Technova,
Charles Mingus,
Soulsonic Force,
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Simply Red,
The Gap Band,
Dual Sessions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Smog,
Jeff Mills,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.