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 Brunei and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Traffic Nightmare to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Jawbox,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Animal Collective,
The Dave Clark Five,
Carl Craig,
Joy Division,
Donny Hathaway,
Andrew Hill,
Whodini,
Unwound,
Mission of Burma,
This Heat,
Alison Limerick,
Con Funk Shun,
Peter and Kerry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tom Boy,
Crime,
Nico,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lower 48,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neu!,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Soft Cell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Man Parrish,
Can,
Gang Starr,
Nirvana,
Boz Scaggs,
Das Ding,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jacob Miller,
KRS-One,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Kinks,
Chrome,
Minutemen,
Blossom Toes,
Sarah Menescal,
The Dead C,
Silicon Teens,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rakim,
Ralphi Rosario,
Guru Guru,
The Human League,
Drexciya,
The American Breed,
Danielle Patucci,
Skarface,
Wire,
Moss Icon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
LL Cool J,
Grauzone,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.