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 Maldives 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Bootsy Collins to the electroclash 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
The Music Machine,
Junior Murvin,
Television Personalities,
the Slits,
Tommy Roe,
Piero Umiliani,
Franke,
Minutemen,
Ice-T,
Slick Rick,
The Associates,
Fad Gadget,
Metal Thangz,
Anakelly,
Ultravox,
Wire,
Mandrill,
Mark Hollis,
Grauzone,
T. Rex,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Christie,
Brothers Johnson,
The Residents,
Gerry Rafferty,
Michelle Simonal,
AZ,
Deepchord,
Barry Ungar,
The Cowsills,
Brand Nubian,
Sandy B,
Hoover,
Lakeside,
Don Cherry,
The Blackbyrds,
Tom Boy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cybotron,
Accadde A,
Animal Collective,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Severed Heads,
The Leaves,
Iggy Pop,
Khruangbin,
Susan Cadogan,
Bang On A Can,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eric B and Rakim,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marcia Griffiths,
Blossom Toes,
Suburban Knight,
Mantronix,
Crime,
Eve St. Jones,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.