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 Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Bronski Beat to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Fatback Band,
Organ,
Godley & Creme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jandek,
Black Sheep,
Spandau Ballet,
Radio Birdman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Laurel Aitken,
Man Parrish,
Ohio Players,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gun Club,
Wire,
Matthew Bourne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stockholm Monsters,
LL Cool J,
The Smoke,
Zapp,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Davy DMX,
Index,
Magma,
Patti Smith,
Ralphi Rosario,
Johnny Clarke,
Soul II Soul,
The Beau Brummels,
the Soft Cell,
Rufus Thomas,
Dark Day,
Rhythm & Sound,
ABBA,
Alphaville,
Shuggie Otis,
Grauzone,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Cale,
The Blackbyrds,
Ice-T,
Average White Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Trumans Water,
Monks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
X-Ray Spex,
Wings,
New Order,
The Sonics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Au Pairs,
Audionom,
Motorama,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.