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 Ghana and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 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 Althea and Donna to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
The Busters,
The Fall,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mission of Burma,
The Smiths,
PIL,
Colin Newman,
Warsaw,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Susan Cadogan,
Das Ding,
Thee Headcoats,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Golliwogs,
Los Fastidios,
The Misunderstood,
Nik Kershaw,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marc Almond,
The Evens,
Graham Central Station,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Trojans,
Maurizio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mark Hollis,
The Red Krayola,
Absolute Body Control,
Brothers Johnson,
Section 25,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Last Poets,
Simply Red,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Remains,
Liliput,
Minnie Riperton,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Depeche Mode,
Cymande,
Pantaleimon,
Royal Trux,
Massinfluence,
The United States of America,
Tom Boy,
Mars,
The Fugs,
Mo-Dettes,
Qualms,
FM Einheit,
Suicide,
Skaos,
The Gories,
The Blues Magoos,
Arab on Radar,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.