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 Chile and from Salvador.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fad Gadget to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gregory Isaacs,
June of 44,
Byron Stingily,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang Gang Dance,
New Order,
Thee Headcoats,
Glenn Branca,
Marine Girls,
the Human League,
Urselle,
Crime,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Womack,
Mark Hollis,
Bootsy Collins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Icehouse,
Von Mondo,
R.M.O.,
Yusef Lateef,
Fad Gadget,
Aswad,
Eli Mardock,
Black Flag,
Man Parrish,
Wally Richardson,
Andrew Hill,
Outsiders,
Sugar Minott,
Ralphi Rosario,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pole,
Hasil Adkins,
Popol Vuh,
The Angels of Light,
The Skatalites,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pierre Henry,
The Durutti Column,
Magazine,
Soft Machine,
The Invisible,
Sparks,
Jawbox,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Tremeloes,
MC5,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Names,
Rites of Spring,
Arcadia,
F. McDonald,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lindisfarne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Flash Fearless,
Aloha Tigers,
Arthur Verocai,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.