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 Vanuatu and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 David Bowie 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 Fluxion to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Darondo,
The Music Machine,
Malaria!,
Scrapy,
Letta Mbulu,
Grey Daturas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Holt,
Mo-Dettes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ludus,
Jeff Mills,
Public Image Ltd.,
Danielle Patucci,
Vladislav Delay,
Blancmange,
Fad Gadget,
The Grass Roots,
Black Pus,
Skaos,
Blossom Toes,
Fluxion,
Gong,
Kenny Larkin,
Deadbeat,
The Fuzztones,
Mantronix,
Pantytec,
The Young Rascals,
Cecil Taylor,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Spandau Ballet,
Fat Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Thompson Twins,
Inner City,
Groovy Waters,
Cal Tjader,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Sheep,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
La Düsseldorf,
Cymande,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minny Pops,
Eric Copeland,
Hot Snakes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Monks,
The Velvet Underground,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Skatalites,
Kurtis Blow,
the Normal,
Gang of Four,
Animal Collective,
Sparks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.