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 Gabon and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fela Kuti to the electroclash 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gladiators,
Fad Gadget,
The Invisible,
Whodini,
Bush Tetras,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Goldenarms,
James White and The Blacks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Michelle Simonal,
the Association,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Los Fastidios,
PIL,
The Busters,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Foxx,
The Cramps,
The Leaves,
Echospace,
Blake Baxter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Human League,
Bobby Sherman,
Motorama,
Cluster,
Andrew Hill,
Janne Schatter,
Dual Sessions,
The Last Poets,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mandrill,
The Star Department,
Skarface,
Slave,
John Coltrane,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Massinfluence,
Danielle Patucci,
R.M.O.,
Half Japanese,
The Fugs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Y Pants,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roy Ayers,
Yaz,
Bang On A Can,
Drive Like Jehu,
D'Angelo,
Rod Modell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Arcadia,
The Black Dice,
Juan Atkins,
Popol Vuh,
Monks,
The Divine Comedy,
Idris Muhammad,
The Doobie Brothers,
Vainqueur,
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.