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 Norway and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Donald Fagen 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 Hot Snakes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Brothers Johnson,
Smog,
Marshall Jefferson,
EPMD,
Scrapy,
Make Up,
Slave,
Rufus Thomas,
Unwound,
Spandau Ballet,
Nas,
Bluetip,
Drexciya,
ABC,
Skarface,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hot Snakes,
The Selecter,
The Fortunes,
The Grass Roots,
Toni Rubio,
Sonic Youth,
Minny Pops,
The Techniques,
The Cramps,
Heaven 17,
Mo-Dettes,
In Retrospect,
Peter & Gordon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stereo Dub,
John Holt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Basic Channel,
Lower 48,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fugs,
Parry Music,
Flash Fearless,
Tropical Tobacco,
Moss Icon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ronnie Foster,
T.S.O.L.,
Man Parrish,
Bob Dylan,
Pylon,
James White and The Blacks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dawn Penn,
Mad Mike,
Warren Ellis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wolf Eyes,
48th St. Collective,
Rakim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.