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 Pakistan and from Bremen.
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 Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Flash Fearless to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Ken Boothe,
Rakim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Trumans Water,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grauzone,
Piero Umiliani,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Flag,
Frankie Knuckles,
Von Mondo,
Section 25,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mad Mike,
Warsaw,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joe Smooth,
Black Sheep,
Radiohead,
Jeff Lynne,
June Days,
New Order,
Brothers Johnson,
The Slits,
Deakin,
The Velvet Underground,
FM Einheit,
Rod Modell,
Ludus,
Warren Ellis,
The Moleskins,
The Blues Magoos,
Tim Buckley,
The Durutti Column,
Can,
The Count Five,
Eurythmics,
Joey Negro,
The Names,
Rapeman,
Altered Images,
Blancmange,
Soft Cell,
Minor Threat,
Soulsonic Force,
Fad Gadget,
Unrelated Segments,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mary Jane Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
Lightning Bolt,
The Pop Group,
Grey Daturas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pagans,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Angels of Light,
Vainqueur,
Los Fastidios,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.