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 Korea South and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron 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 Derrick Morgan to the rap 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Slave,
Hasil Adkins,
Zapp,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Leonard Cohen,
The Electric Prunes,
the Association,
Urselle,
Excepter,
The Cowsills,
A Certain Ratio,
Arab on Radar,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Freddie Wadling,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang of Four,
Mr. Review,
Al Stewart,
Sixth Finger,
Negative Approach,
John Lydon,
ABC,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Martian,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Neon Judgement,
The Slackers,
Swans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camouflage,
Scion,
Public Image Ltd.,
Siglo XX,
Brothers Johnson,
Juan Atkins,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Saints,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pharoah Sanders,
Television,
Groovy Waters,
Outsiders,
the Normal,
Nik Kershaw,
Livin' Joy,
Wally Richardson,
Banda Bassotti,
Hardrive,
Joey Negro,
Boredoms,
Underground Resistance,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Toasters,
The Searchers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alison Limerick,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.