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 Sri Lanka and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro 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 La Düsseldorf to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eurythmics,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cymande,
Bobby Byrd,
The Busters,
Joe Finger,
Joy Division,
B.T. Express,
Scrapy,
Make Up,
Hardrive,
Hashim,
AZ,
Radio Birdman,
Suburban Knight,
Soft Machine,
Laurel Aitken,
Robert Görl,
Tubeway Army,
The Offenders,
Sonic Youth,
Blossom Toes,
Newcleus,
The Sonics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pylon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wally Richardson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marvin Gaye,
Little Man,
The Neon Judgement,
Bronski Beat,
Simply Red,
Althea and Donna,
Underground Resistance,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Blackbyrds,
Goldenarms,
The Fortunes,
Mandrill,
The Zeros,
Spoonie Gee,
Audionom,
The Monochrome Set,
Lalann,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minutemen,
Ultra Naté,
Parry Music,
Whodini,
Heaven 17,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Toni Rubio,
Brick,
Dennis Brown,
Blancmange,
The Mummies,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Moleskins,
Stetsasonic,
Prince Buster,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.