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 Kuwait 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
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 linndrum 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 Mars to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Ludus,
Cecil Taylor,
Alison Limerick,
Whodini,
Audionom,
Matthew Halsall,
Harmonia,
Dave Gahan,
Tommy Roe,
The Blues Magoos,
Bush Tetras,
Prince Buster,
Reagan Youth,
Soft Machine,
Angry Samoans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pagans,
The Gladiators,
Inner City,
Michelle Simonal,
U.S. Maple,
Alice Coltrane,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Womack,
Altered Images,
Boredoms,
Amazonics,
Masters at Work,
Severed Heads,
Absolute Body Control,
Erasure,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sexual Harrassment,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Au Pairs,
The Moleskins,
Anthony Braxton,
New York Dolls,
The Evens,
Gabor Szabo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Smiths,
This Heat,
Rod Modell,
Juan Atkins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sight & Sound,
Sparks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sonic Youth,
The Fuzztones,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mummies,
Black Sheep,
Terry Callier,
a-ha,
Chris Corsano,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.