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 Albania and from London.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 The Pop Group to the disco 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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Soulsonic Force,
Gong,
Oneida,
Marmalade,
The Black Dice,
The Trojans,
Nick Fraelich,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Invisible,
Tim Buckley,
Barry Ungar,
Minor Threat,
The Fire Engines,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arcadia,
The United States of America,
Rufus Thomas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hashim,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultravox,
Suburban Knight,
Metal Thangz,
Mr. Review,
Erasure,
Ronnie Foster,
Circle Jerks,
Talk Talk,
Public Enemy,
Cluster,
Roxy Music,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Andrew Hill,
Underground Resistance,
Donny Hathaway,
The Move,
Bill Wells,
Juan Atkins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
ABBA,
Sonny Sharrock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jawbox,
Wire,
The Beau Brummels,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Infiniti,
Jandek,
Scan 7,
ABC,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cowsills,
Chrome,
Big Daddy Kane,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.