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 San Marino and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Quando Quango to the rock 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Roxy Music,
Scientists,
Barrington Levy,
The Searchers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Michelle Simonal,
UT,
The Electric Prunes,
The Birthday Party,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tres Demented,
Tubeway Army,
Alphaville,
Andrew Hill,
Judy Mowatt,
Camberwell Now,
The Modern Lovers,
Todd Rundgren,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Howard Jones,
Y Pants,
The Names,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hardrive,
Pere Ubu,
Stetsasonic,
The Angels of Light,
48th St. Collective,
Funkadelic,
Gang Starr,
Marine Girls,
the Association,
The Martian,
David McCallum,
John Lydon,
Section 25,
Livin' Joy,
Dark Day,
Sun City Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Masters at Work,
Freddie Wadling,
Godley & Creme,
Fluxion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Niagra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brothers Johnson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Blackbyrds,
Shoche,
Sonic Youth,
X-101,
Sandy B,
Magma,
Pussy Galore,
Echospace,
Glenn Branca,
Angry Samoans,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.