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 San Marino and from Cairo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
The Invisible,
ABC,
The Buckinghams,
Vladislav Delay,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barbara Tucker,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Durutti Column,
The Cramps,
Pierre Henry,
Babytalk,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minnie Riperton,
Jeff Lynne,
Lower 48,
Reuben Wilson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Anakelly,
Schoolly D,
Girls At Our Best!,
B.T. Express,
Derrick May,
Don Cherry,
Bootsy Collins,
Roy Ayers,
The Modern Lovers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scott Walker,
Rufus Thomas,
Zapp,
The Human League,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wolf Eyes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Names,
Faust,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pet Shop Boys,
Terry Callier,
T. Rex,
Aural Exciters,
Black Pus,
The United States of America,
David Axelrod,
DJ Style,
Goldenarms,
Mars,
Shoche,
Eric Dolphy,
The Moleskins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sparks,
Skaos,
Newcleus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
La Düsseldorf,
Metal Thangz,
The Index,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chris Corsano,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.