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 Micronesia and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sparks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Trumans Water,
The Victims,
Maleditus Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Monochrome Set,
Slick Rick,
Zero Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
Erykah Badu,
Eddi Front,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Eric Copeland,
Supertramp,
Warsaw,
Bobby Sherman,
Hoover,
Avey Tare,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sexual Harrassment,
Intrusion,
MDC,
JFA,
the Bar-Kays,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cymande,
John Lydon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Althea and Donna,
Anthony Braxton,
Judy Mowatt,
Soft Machine,
Fear,
CMW,
Ornette Coleman,
Radiohead,
The Kinks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
MC5,
Crime,
Shoche,
Harry Pussy,
Mr. Review,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fire Engines,
Stereo Dub,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Selecter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rakim,
The Vogues,
Nils Olav,
The Shadows of Knight,
David Axelrod,
New Order,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thompson Twins,
The Fortunes,
Sun City Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.