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 Syria 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 Jimmy McGriff 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
The Moleskins,
Soft Cell,
The Remains,
Rufus Thomas,
Quando Quango,
Gang Gang Dance,
Q and Not U,
The Techniques,
Eric Copeland,
The Names,
Yusef Lateef,
Symarip,
Ultra Naté,
Black Sheep,
Quantec,
Arthur Verocai,
Y Pants,
X-101,
The Fortunes,
Prince Buster,
Wire,
Cluster,
John Lydon,
D'Angelo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Soft Cell,
Agitation Free,
Wally Richardson,
Neil Young,
Flipper,
Swell Maps,
Blossom Toes,
Aloha Tigers,
Radio Birdman,
Colin Newman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Siglo XX,
Wings,
Franke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Sherman,
Tim Buckley,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Litter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minor Threat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tubeway Army,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Neu!,
Sight & Sound,
Faust,
One Last Wish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
Amon Düül II,
Charles Mingus,
Das Ding,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.