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 Marshall Islands and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
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 theremin 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 Man Parrish to the grime 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Last Poets,
The Star Department,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fela Kuti,
Eric Copeland,
Boogie Down Productions,
Surgeon,
Moby Grape,
Terrestrial Tones,
Thee Headcoats,
Little Man,
The Smoke,
New Age Steppers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kenny Larkin,
DNA,
Boredoms,
Alton Ellis,
China Crisis,
DJ Style,
The Music Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nas,
the Human League,
Section 25,
Quantec,
Tommy Roe,
Eurythmics,
Aswad,
Wally Richardson,
Depeche Mode,
The Velvet Underground,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Selecter,
Bush Tetras,
Joyce Sims,
Black Sheep,
Lightning Bolt,
The Mojo Men,
Heaven 17,
June of 44,
Ice-T,
Aaron Thompson,
Livin' Joy,
Sixth Finger,
Chris & Cosey,
48th St. Collective,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sugar Minott,
Scrapy,
T.S.O.L.,
The Kinks,
Radiohead,
Deakin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roxy Music,
The Searchers,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.