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 Malta and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 Pantytec to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Albert Ayler,
Piero Umiliani,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aswad,
John Coltrane,
Kenny Larkin,
Rites of Spring,
Crime,
Delon & Dalcan,
Easy Going,
Jerry's Kids,
Altered Images,
Excepter,
Charles Mingus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ronnie Foster,
Eden Ahbez,
The Offenders,
Delta 5,
Pierre Henry,
Scrapy,
Procol Harum,
The Invisible,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fat Boys,
The Fire Engines,
Skarface,
Brothers Johnson,
Eurythmics,
The United States of America,
X-Ray Spex,
Nils Olav,
Alison Limerick,
8 Eyed Spy,
E-Dancer,
Aloha Tigers,
Soft Machine,
Letta Mbulu,
Sixth Finger,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Pretty Things,
Ice-T,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The J.B.'s,
Von Mondo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Buckinghams,
Grauzone,
The Red Krayola,
La Düsseldorf,
The Mummies,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.