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 Morocco and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 Pharoah Sanders 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Radio Birdman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Adolescents,
Nico,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amon Düül II,
Bootsy Collins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Vainqueur,
Mission of Burma,
The Human League,
Marmalade,
The Blues Magoos,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Kinks,
Rakim,
Thee Headcoats,
Andrew Hill,
Morten Harket,
Royal Trux,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Grass Roots,
Faraquet,
the Slits,
The Happenings,
Lou Reed,
Echospace,
the Human League,
Desert Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
L. Decosne,
Josef K,
Electric Prunes,
The Martian,
Supertramp,
The Dirtbombs,
Das Ding,
Erykah Badu,
Monks,
Mark Hollis,
Livin' Joy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
ABC,
Alice Coltrane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fugazi,
K-Klass,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Motorama,
Moss Icon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Babytalk,
Vladislav Delay,
Howard Jones,
Wire,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Moody Blues,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.