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 Lesotho and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ronan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Anakelly,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ten City,
10cc,
Oblivians,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dennis Brown,
The Golliwogs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Erasure,
Wolf Eyes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rotary Connection,
Todd Terry,
Tom Boy,
Jerry's Kids,
June Days,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fad Gadget,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mary Jane Girls,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Womack,
Moby Grape,
Matthew Halsall,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fugazi,
Animal Collective,
the Germs,
Second Layer,
Moebius,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Index,
New York Dolls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Inner City,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hashim,
Underground Resistance,
Byron Stingily,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Smog,
Nas,
Index,
New Order,
Con Funk Shun,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Doors,
The Happenings,
Zapp,
Skriet,
One Last Wish,
Judy Mowatt,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.