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 Guinea-Bissau and from Johannesburg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 Charles Mingus 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Fat Boys,
U.S. Maple,
Sam Rivers,
Siglo XX,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Byrd,
The Associates,
Pussy Galore,
Inner City,
Maurizio,
The Young Rascals,
8 Eyed Spy,
Faust,
Eric B and Rakim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stereo Dub,
Alice Coltrane,
John Lydon,
Accadde A,
The Vogues,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Pus,
The Fuzztones,
Big Daddy Kane,
Duran Duran,
Gong,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The New Christs,
Al Stewart,
The Slits,
Electric Prunes,
Derrick May,
Boredoms,
Crime,
Tears for Fears,
Suicide,
Interpol,
Drive Like Jehu,
Slave,
Steve Hackett,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Matthew Bourne,
Soulsonic Force,
The Toasters,
Amon Düül II,
kango's stein massive,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
E-Dancer,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Zero Boys,
Junior Murvin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scratch Acid,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Skarface,
Alphaville,
Excepter,
The Five Americans,
Donald Byrd,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.