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 Togo and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Connie Case to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Move,
CMW,
Rakim,
Lower 48,
Matthew Bourne,
Maleditus Sound,
The Young Rascals,
Faraquet,
Joy Division,
Siglo XX,
Deakin,
The Beau Brummels,
Bill Wells,
Darondo,
Camberwell Now,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare,
Agitation Free,
X-Ray Spex,
Albert Ayler,
Chrome,
Goldenarms,
Sex Pistols,
Pagans,
Sight & Sound,
Simply Red,
The Skatalites,
Babytalk,
Easy Going,
Niagra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fat Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kool Moe Dee,
Skriet,
Roger Hodgson,
Unwound,
Matthew Halsall,
Flash Fearless,
X-101,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bob Dylan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jerry's Kids,
Cameo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Television,
The Gun Club,
Ten City,
Robert Wyatt,
Grey Daturas,
Fad Gadget,
Gil Scott Heron,
Godley & Creme,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.