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 Qatar and from New York.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Interpol to the disco 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Robert Wyatt,
Fugazi,
Gang of Four,
Chris & Cosey,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ornette Coleman,
Altered Images,
JFA,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grauzone,
Popol Vuh,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
LL Cool J,
Harry Pussy,
Monolake,
Terry Callier,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bush Tetras,
The Vogues,
Newcleus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Coltrane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Hood,
Delon & Dalcan,
10cc,
The Litter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Country Teasers,
The Slackers,
Stetsasonic,
Maurizio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kevin Saunderson,
MDC,
Circle Jerks,
Supertramp,
One Last Wish,
Pussy Galore,
The Gap Band,
The Seeds,
Matthew Halsall,
Ronan,
The Dead C,
the Association,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mark Hollis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
PIL,
Talk Talk,
Pulsallama,
Con Funk Shun,
The Durutti Column,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Suicide,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.