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 Vanuatu and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Anakelly to the grime 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
The Real Kids,
Wally Richardson,
The Offenders,
Oneida,
Royal Trux,
Pole,
Darondo,
Simply Red,
A Certain Ratio,
Talk Talk,
Ice-T,
Jacob Miller,
Scrapy,
The Monks,
Tres Demented,
Basic Channel,
Althea and Donna,
Judy Mowatt,
H. Thieme,
Black Sheep,
Sparks,
Max Romeo,
The Mummies,
The Moleskins,
Eddi Front,
Monolake,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Intrusion,
Electric Prunes,
The Vogues,
Brothers Johnson,
Letta Mbulu,
Aaron Thompson,
Brick,
Agitation Free,
Cheater Slicks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bob Dylan,
The Cure,
Godley & Creme,
The Gap Band,
John Lydon,
48th St. Collective,
Wolf Eyes,
Fela Kuti,
Traffic Nightmare,
Susan Cadogan,
the Human League,
Shuggie Otis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Agent Orange,
China Crisis,
Dawn Penn,
Donny Hathaway,
New Order,
La Düsseldorf,
Rosa Yemen,
Joe Finger,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Harmonia,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.