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 Ghana and from Copenhagen.
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 Columbus and Sao Paulo.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cure to the dance 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Simply Red,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sun City Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
The Barracudas,
Shoche,
The Monks,
AZ,
Crash Course in Science,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marvin Gaye,
Jerry's Kids,
The Count Five,
Pulsallama,
Maleditus Sound,
Albert Ayler,
Archie Shepp,
Interpol,
OOIOO,
Essential Logic,
The Gories,
Schoolly D,
the Normal,
Grauzone,
Audionom,
The Tremeloes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gabor Szabo,
Skarface,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ludus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Invisible,
Warren Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Piero Umiliani,
Byron Stingily,
Arab on Radar,
Nation of Ulysses,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mandrill,
D'Angelo,
Procol Harum,
Freddie Wadling,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alton Ellis,
Thee Headcoats,
Fat Boys,
Niagra,
Absolute Body Control,
Buzzcocks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barry Ungar,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Agitation Free,
Soulsonic Force,
Funkadelic,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.