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 Cameroon and from Halifax.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sugar Minott to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eric Dolphy,
Interpol,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Harry Pussy,
CMW,
Schoolly D,
Magazine,
The Fire Engines,
Donald Byrd,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Avey Tare,
Kas Product,
Chris & Cosey,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Country Teasers,
DJ Style,
Fluxion,
Gang Green,
Lalann,
The Real Kids,
Swell Maps,
Idris Muhammad,
Inner City,
Crispian St. Peters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crime,
John Cale,
Unrelated Segments,
Minnie Riperton,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bauhaus,
The Angels of Light,
Anakelly,
Henry Cow,
MC5,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Techniques,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fela Kuti,
Robert Wyatt,
The Busters,
The Velvet Underground,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric B and Rakim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Trojans,
Clear Light,
Wings,
Fear,
Make Up,
Boogie Down Productions,
Trumans Water,
Cal Tjader,
Scan 7,
The Happenings,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.