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 Thailand and from Johannesburg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Matthew Halsall to the jazz 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Doors,
Panda Bear,
Massinfluence,
Henry Cow,
Gang Green,
The Mojo Men,
Funky Four + One,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sugar Minott,
Television Personalities,
The Litter,
The Red Krayola,
The Associates,
Country Teasers,
Alphaville,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Stooges,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stereo Dub,
The Gap Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Main Source,
Fatback Band,
The Fuzztones,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pagans,
Joey Negro,
Pierre Henry,
Robert Hood,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stetsasonic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cluster,
Agitation Free,
Blake Baxter,
ABBA,
Mark Hollis,
La Düsseldorf,
Fugazi,
Patti Smith,
Arthur Verocai,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Hill,
Bob Dylan,
Los Fastidios,
The Slackers,
the Slits,
Angry Samoans,
The Smoke,
Rekid,
Camberwell Now,
David McCallum,
Tubeway Army,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wally Richardson,
Public Enemy,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.