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 Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 David Bowie 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the rock 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Radiopuhelimet,
Franke,
Banda Bassotti,
Harmonia,
Silicon Teens,
Fugazi,
Barclay James Harvest,
Neu!,
Malaria!,
Fad Gadget,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Blackbyrds,
Marvin Gaye,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gichy Dan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cymande,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
CMW,
Newcleus,
Visage,
The Index,
a-ha,
Bobby Womack,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Wyatt,
John Cale,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Qualms,
The Angels of Light,
JFA,
The Names,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Todd Rundgren,
Hasil Adkins,
Ituana,
The Human League,
Surgeon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Martian,
Joey Negro,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alphaville,
Bad Manners,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Accadde A,
Letta Mbulu,
Flash Fearless,
Ossler,
Lou Christie,
Ornette Coleman,
Outsiders,
Donald Byrd,
Whodini,
Slave,
Massinfluence,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jeff Mills,
Radio Birdman,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.