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 Libya and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Anthony Braxton to the funk 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Whodini,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Anakelly,
Joey Negro,
Basic Channel,
The Names,
Hashim,
The Busters,
Soulsonic Force,
The Monks,
Buzzcocks,
Television,
Minny Pops,
Quadrant,
Fluxion,
Underground Resistance,
The Sonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Panda Bear,
Inner City,
Piero Umiliani,
The Young Rascals,
Spandau Ballet,
Rakim,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Star Department,
Rapeman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Porter Ricks,
Wire,
Rosa Yemen,
Gichy Dan,
Scientists,
Lightning Bolt,
Jesper Dahlback,
Negative Approach,
Amazonics,
Mantronix,
Todd Rundgren,
Fat Boys,
Grauzone,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Accadde A,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
a-ha,
The Fall,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Guru Guru,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cameo,
Man Parrish,
This Heat,
Carl Craig,
The Happenings,
The Index,
K-Klass,
Ice-T,
Idris Muhammad,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.