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 Afghanistan and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet 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 Amazonics to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Crooked Eye,
Von Mondo,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Electric Prunes,
The Five Americans,
Subhumans,
Man Parrish,
The Durutti Column,
The Human League,
Robert Hood,
Fatback Band,
Stiv Bators,
Nils Olav,
Josef K,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Grass Roots,
Spoonie Gee,
Flipper,
Bang On A Can,
The Young Rascals,
Sonny Sharrock,
Country Teasers,
The Vogues,
Erasure,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grauzone,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Reuben Wilson,
Tears for Fears,
Charles Mingus,
Marmalade,
The Slits,
Lightning Bolt,
Byron Stingily,
Kas Product,
The Victims,
Sonic Youth,
Skarface,
Altered Images,
The Last Poets,
Visage,
The Real Kids,
Sister Nancy,
Janne Schatter,
Quando Quango,
Suicide,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Names,
Pussy Galore,
Franke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Associates,
Accadde A,
Soul II Soul,
Judy Mowatt,
Brand Nubian,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.