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 Cyprus and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 Archie Shepp to the punk 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Banda Bassotti,
Carl Craig,
Peter & Gordon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wire,
Lalann,
Arthur Verocai,
DNA,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yazoo,
Boredoms,
The Happenings,
Minnie Riperton,
Rotary Connection,
Reuben Wilson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Simply Red,
Porter Ricks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Byrd,
Trumans Water,
Terrestrial Tones,
Massinfluence,
Television Personalities,
Television,
Intrusion,
Robert Görl,
Subhumans,
Godley & Creme,
T. Rex,
DJ Style,
Gregory Isaacs,
Letta Mbulu,
Public Enemy,
Half Japanese,
Nico,
Connie Case,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Main Source,
Accadde A,
Magma,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fortunes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kayak,
Aural Exciters,
Harry Pussy,
Shoche,
Cybotron,
Derrick Morgan,
Albert Ayler,
PIL,
Tears for Fears,
Agitation Free,
Basic Channel,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.