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 Qatar and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Crispy Ambulance to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
The Invisible,
Gabor Szabo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Patti Smith,
Alphaville,
Joe Smooth,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Holt,
Curtis Mayfield,
Harry Pussy,
K-Klass,
Marvin Gaye,
Porter Ricks,
Bad Manners,
Nirvana,
Gichy Dan,
Little Man,
Johnny Clarke,
The Victims,
Boz Scaggs,
Subhumans,
The Black Dice,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Hood,
Letta Mbulu,
the Soft Cell,
Mr. Review,
Tubeway Army,
Piero Umiliani,
Judy Mowatt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Babytalk,
Mantronix,
Rapeman,
CMW,
Yaz,
Janne Schatter,
Interpol,
Lucky Dragons,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
These Immortal Souls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pole,
Aswad,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric Dolphy,
Jeff Mills,
Franke,
Mad Mike,
Cluster,
June Days,
Absolute Body Control,
Robert Görl,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Darondo,
Prince Buster,
Skriet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camouflage,
The Litter,
T.S.O.L.,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.