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 Mongolia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Connie Case to the jazz 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
These Immortal Souls,
Leonard Cohen,
The Tremeloes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joey Negro,
AZ,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Skriet,
Michelle Simonal,
a-ha,
Newcleus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
UT,
Bang On A Can,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Television,
Tomorrow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Fania All-Stars,
MDC,
Icehouse,
Avey Tare,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
U.S. Maple,
Supertramp,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Selecter,
Laurel Aitken,
The Modern Lovers,
The Barracudas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Suicide,
The Shadows of Knight,
New York Dolls,
F. McDonald,
Carl Craig,
Rapeman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Slackers,
Q65,
The Names,
The Cramps,
Hot Snakes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Albert Ayler,
The Red Krayola,
The Litter,
E-Dancer,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Outsiders,
Bluetip,
Cluster,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Searchers,
Jacob Miller,
Buzzcocks,
Donald Byrd,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.