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 Namibia and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Dave Clark Five to the funk 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Bauhaus,
Bang On A Can,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minutemen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Motions,
Crime,
T.S.O.L.,
Ralphi Rosario,
PIL,
The Smiths,
Davy DMX,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fad Gadget,
Matthew Bourne,
Underground Resistance,
Alphaville,
The Star Department,
Suicide,
Arthur Verocai,
the Swans,
The Dirtbombs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Albert Ayler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gabor Szabo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Big Daddy Kane,
T. Rex,
The Dead C,
The American Breed,
Unwound,
a-ha,
Thee Headcoats,
Deepchord,
Sam Rivers,
Basic Channel,
Magazine,
Rufus Thomas,
The Litter,
The J.B.'s,
Danielle Patucci,
Cecil Taylor,
B.T. Express,
Funkadelic,
The Raincoats,
New Order,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barry Ungar,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aswad,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lyres,
LL Cool J,
CMW,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Piero Umiliani,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.