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 Uganda and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
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 marimba 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 Gong to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soft Cell,
Robert Hood,
Cecil Taylor,
Andrew Hill,
Johnny Clarke,
Iggy Pop,
DJ Sneak,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Barracudas,
Pussy Galore,
The Electric Prunes,
The New Christs,
The Last Poets,
the Bar-Kays,
Albert Ayler,
Youth Brigade,
Absolute Body Control,
Shoche,
Ludus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Steve Hackett,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
China Crisis,
Lindisfarne,
Depeche Mode,
Outsiders,
Slave,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Model 500,
Scratch Acid,
Derrick May,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minutemen,
Roy Ayers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Porter Ricks,
The Litter,
Wolf Eyes,
The Doors,
Ronan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Smoke,
Mandrill,
Pulsallama,
Q and Not U,
Mad Mike,
Tim Buckley,
Basic Channel,
The Stooges,
Infiniti,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Martian,
Fear,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Interpol,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.