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 Poland and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 Bob Dylan to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Alice Coltrane,
JFA,
Nas,
Alton Ellis,
David Bowie,
Gang Starr,
Donny Hathaway,
The New Christs,
Nico,
Masters at Work,
Icehouse,
Lindisfarne,
Newcleus,
L. Decosne,
DJ Style,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Livin' Joy,
June of 44,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Drexciya,
the Sonics,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Last Poets,
The Remains,
The Monochrome Set,
Trumans Water,
Black Pus,
Electric Prunes,
Pagans,
Little Man,
The Walker Brothers,
Deepchord,
The Barracudas,
Mandrill,
Au Pairs,
Jandek,
H. Thieme,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
cv313,
Pantaleimon,
Graham Central Station,
Marcia Griffiths,
Interpol,
Aswad,
Wings,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Shuggie Otis,
John Coltrane,
Lou Christie,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pere Ubu,
Black Moon,
Flipper,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pylon,
Moebius,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.