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 Dominica and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 Nico to the funk 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Gregory Isaacs,
a-ha,
Pagans,
The Happenings,
The Velvet Underground,
Swell Maps,
The Martian,
Suicide,
La Düsseldorf,
John Cale,
Rapeman,
Faraquet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Iggy Pop,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cure,
Soulsonic Force,
Robert Wyatt,
Cymande,
Arcadia,
Rites of Spring,
Mr. Review,
DJ Sneak,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Spandau Ballet,
10cc,
Lungfish,
Soul II Soul,
Funkadelic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
KRS-One,
Morten Harket,
Prince Buster,
The Dave Clark Five,
Talk Talk,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Infiniti,
Lebanon Hanover,
Matthew Bourne,
The Birthday Party,
Yusef Lateef,
Frankie Knuckles,
Q and Not U,
Gil Scott Heron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Holt,
cv313,
Magma,
Bill Near,
Index,
The Evens,
The Blues Magoos,
Jandek,
Ronan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Intrusion,
Moebius,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.