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 Zimbabwe and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Newcleus to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Gang Green,
Faust,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Blues Magoos,
Matthew Bourne,
Duran Duran,
B.T. Express,
Drexciya,
Half Japanese,
China Crisis,
Aswad,
Eurythmics,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wally Richardson,
The Smiths,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hashim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ponytail,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marine Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Essential Logic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nirvana,
Pere Ubu,
The Names,
The Mummies,
JFA,
Niagra,
Hoover,
Urselle,
Barrington Levy,
Funkadelic,
Shoche,
Depeche Mode,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Don Cherry,
La Düsseldorf,
Rosa Yemen,
Absolute Body Control,
Bill Wells,
Siglo XX,
The Misunderstood,
Nik Kershaw,
8 Eyed Spy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Underground Resistance,
John Lydon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DNA,
Marvin Gaye,
Ohio Players,
New Age Steppers,
The Blackbyrds,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kaleidoscope,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Vogues,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.