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 Austria and from London.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nils Olav to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Avey Tare,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eddi Front,
Eve St. Jones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Faraquet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dave Gahan,
Unwound,
New York Dolls,
Joey Negro,
The Toasters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Busters,
Andrew Hill,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cecil Taylor,
CMW,
Neu!,
The Fortunes,
The Tremeloes,
kango's stein massive,
Parry Music,
Lakeside,
The New Christs,
The Gladiators,
MC5,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Bar-Kays,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Residents,
Laurel Aitken,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radio Birdman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bad Manners,
Sight & Sound,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Womack,
Tim Buckley,
The Five Americans,
Negative Approach,
Alton Ellis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
These Immortal Souls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Colin Newman,
Talk Talk,
Hasil Adkins,
The Beau Brummels,
Sonic Youth,
Sixth Finger,
Idris Muhammad,
The Victims,
Electric Prunes,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Angels of Light,
Goldenarms,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.