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 Guyana and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Soul Sonic Force to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Gang Green,
Tom Boy,
The Beau Brummels,
Ronnie Foster,
Scion,
Ituana,
Monks,
Make Up,
H. Thieme,
Bronski Beat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Chris Corsano,
Television,
Audionom,
Moss Icon,
The Skatalites,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
T.S.O.L.,
David McCallum,
Harmonia,
Circle Jerks,
KRS-One,
Rekid,
Mad Mike,
The Trojans,
The Smoke,
Gabor Szabo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Absolute Body Control,
Urselle,
Smog,
The Move,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marc Almond,
Shuggie Otis,
Vainqueur,
The Happenings,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Youth Brigade,
Grauzone,
Henry Cow,
Delta 5,
Metal Thangz,
Reuben Wilson,
Oblivians,
David Bowie,
Bluetip,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Pus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Public Enemy,
The Doors,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blancmange,
Patti Smith,
Eden Ahbez,
48th St. Collective,
Minutemen,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.