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 Equatorial Guinea and from Glasgow.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Lalann to the rock 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Infiniti,
Reuben Wilson,
Aswad,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Animal Collective,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Hood,
Siglo XX,
Marmalade,
The Dead C,
Ornette Coleman,
Fat Boys,
Crime,
Theoretical Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tommy Roe,
Funkadelic,
Khruangbin,
E-Dancer,
Oneida,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Human League,
the Soft Cell,
Funky Four + One,
Cluster,
Lalann,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Severed Heads,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kool Moe Dee,
Warren Ellis,
Darondo,
The Wake,
Angry Samoans,
Alton Ellis,
The Seeds,
Ultra Naté,
Wire,
Soulsonic Force,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Goldenarms,
Scott Walker,
Section 25,
Black Bananas,
The Martian,
Todd Terry,
The Beau Brummels,
Bob Dylan,
Fear,
Derrick May,
The Fortunes,
Saccharine Trust,
Sandy B,
The American Breed,
This Heat,
Colin Newman,
Rapeman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mark Hollis,
Dual Sessions,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.