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 Montenegro and from Manchester.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Heaven 17 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
John Coltrane,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skaos,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Albert Ayler,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
This Heat,
Smog,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joy Division,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Knickerbockers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Popol Vuh,
Sam Rivers,
The Grass Roots,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Star Department,
Soulsonic Force,
Gerry Rafferty,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang of Four,
Letta Mbulu,
Soft Cell,
The Five Americans,
the Normal,
Schoolly D,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scott Walker,
Joensuu 1685,
Von Mondo,
The Monks,
Freddie Wadling,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Electric Prunes,
Magazine,
The Move,
In Retrospect,
Y Pants,
The Evens,
Glenn Branca,
John Lydon,
Junior Murvin,
Tomorrow,
Piero Umiliani,
Hasil Adkins,
Q and Not U,
Crime,
The Gun Club,
Severed Heads,
David Bowie,
New Age Steppers,
The Detroit Cobras,
R.M.O.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Walker Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun City Girls,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.