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 Oman and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Laurel Aitken to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
The Buckinghams,
Drexciya,
The Fall,
Grauzone,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mandrill,
Ultravox,
Laurel Aitken,
Public Image Ltd.,
Outsiders,
John Cale,
Faraquet,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gun Club,
Banda Bassotti,
Danielle Patucci,
The Golliwogs,
Sight & Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stiv Bators,
Fat Boys,
Gang of Four,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alice Coltrane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Birthday Party,
Mark Hollis,
Slave,
Brass Construction,
Girls At Our Best!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cluster,
The Monks,
Nils Olav,
The Angels of Light,
Lebanon Hanover,
Moby Grape,
Maleditus Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Deakin,
Max Romeo,
Zero Boys,
Panda Bear,
The Blackbyrds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Davy DMX,
Bush Tetras,
Heaven 17,
Grandmaster Flash,
cv313,
The Durutti Column,
Frankie Knuckles,
Johnny Clarke,
Funkadelic,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Byrd,
The Victims,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scott Walker,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.