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 Qatar and from New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Goldenarms to the crunk 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Wally Richardson,
Quantec,
Brand Nubian,
Fluxion,
These Immortal Souls,
Depeche Mode,
Wolf Eyes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Khruangbin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dark Day,
Deepchord,
This Heat,
Eric Dolphy,
Bronski Beat,
B.T. Express,
The Electric Prunes,
The Young Rascals,
Cameo,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gun Club,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gap Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lucky Dragons,
Delta 5,
The Invisible,
Kaleidoscope,
Brass Construction,
Rufus Thomas,
The Offenders,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rosa Yemen,
Ossler,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Derrick May,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grauzone,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Youth Brigade,
Von Mondo,
K-Klass,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sugar Minott,
The Fuzztones,
Intrusion,
Bobby Byrd,
Michelle Simonal,
Sex Pistols,
Index,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soft Cell,
Skriet,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Pus,
X-Ray Spex,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scratch Acid,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.