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 Mauritius and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Harpers Bizarre to the techno 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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Fela Kuti,
Lebanon Hanover,
Von Mondo,
Godley & Creme,
Model 500,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mary Jane Girls,
Moss Icon,
Cluster,
Sällskapet,
Oblivians,
Laurel Aitken,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joy Division,
Dawn Penn,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tim Buckley,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Massinfluence,
Blossom Toes,
Donald Byrd,
Ronnie Foster,
The Black Dice,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun Ra,
U.S. Maple,
Public Image Ltd.,
kango's stein massive,
LL Cool J,
Spoonie Gee,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scott Walker,
Funky Four + One,
Japan,
Pierre Henry,
Desert Stars,
Niagra,
Kenny Larkin,
Aural Exciters,
Peter and Kerry,
Michelle Simonal,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Wyatt,
Pagans,
Easy Going,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brass Construction,
Brand Nubian,
EPMD,
The Kinks,
Idris Muhammad,
Aaron Thompson,
Sarah Menescal,
Neil Young,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moebius,
Swans,
Barbara Tucker,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.