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 Bulgaria and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Holger Czukay 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Bobby Womack,
D'Angelo,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Sheep,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Wake,
Aswad,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Flag,
The New Christs,
Mr. Review,
Second Layer,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Starr,
Monks,
Kaleidoscope,
The Selecter,
Audionom,
Moss Icon,
The Motions,
Mo-Dettes,
Cymande,
Eli Mardock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Five Americans,
Crime,
The Star Department,
Siglo XX,
The Evens,
Kurtis Blow,
John Foxx,
La Düsseldorf,
Aural Exciters,
Faust,
Janne Schatter,
Circle Jerks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quadrant,
Roger Hodgson,
Lyres,
Minutemen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Trumans Water,
DJ Style,
June Days,
Harry Pussy,
Colin Newman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gabor Szabo,
The Zeros,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
China Crisis,
The Moleskins,
Infiniti,
Mad Mike,
the Germs,
Outsiders,
EPMD,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.