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 Grenada and from Mexico City.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 La Düsseldorf to the grime 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Monolake,
Brand Nubian,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Piero Umiliani,
Minnie Riperton,
FM Einheit,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Warren Ellis,
Eddi Front,
Bronski Beat,
Bad Manners,
The American Breed,
Bluetip,
Banda Bassotti,
Silicon Teens,
Jandek,
KRS-One,
Make Up,
Bill Near,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pantaleimon,
DJ Sneak,
Inner City,
Drive Like Jehu,
Outsiders,
Nation of Ulysses,
Johnny Clarke,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Moss Icon,
Model 500,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Standells,
Zapp,
ABBA,
Flash Fearless,
Slick Rick,
L. Decosne,
Little Man,
K-Klass,
The Victims,
Derrick May,
Technova,
10cc,
The Selecter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Grass Roots,
Terry Callier,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soulsonic Force,
Adolescents,
The Angels of Light,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ten City,
Clear Light,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pierre Henry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crash Course in Science,
Youth Brigade,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.