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 Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jerry's Kids to the disco 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Mantronix,
Rekid,
Sugar Minott,
Boz Scaggs,
Khruangbin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tom Boy,
Monolake,
The Sonics,
Angry Samoans,
Kayak,
Bill Near,
The Star Department,
Laurel Aitken,
the Human League,
Peter and Kerry,
Smog,
La Düsseldorf,
Dual Sessions,
Niagra,
Minutemen,
Audionom,
Liliput,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eurythmics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rakim,
The Music Machine,
Barrington Levy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pantaleimon,
Colin Newman,
Hoover,
Ultimate Spinach,
Heaven 17,
FM Einheit,
Hot Snakes,
Scientists,
Skaos,
Chris & Cosey,
The Mummies,
Intrusion,
Stereo Dub,
Silicon Teens,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fire Engines,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bang On A Can,
Warsaw,
Brass Construction,
Kas Product,
Ultra Naté,
Brick,
Bad Manners,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lower 48,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.