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 Serbia and from London.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Stereo Dub to the jazz 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Todd Terry,
Panda Bear,
Bad Manners,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Trojans,
Mr. Review,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nick Fraelich,
In Retrospect,
Negative Approach,
Rakim,
DJ Sneak,
Prince Buster,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stereo Dub,
Lindisfarne,
The Gap Band,
DJ Style,
Barrington Levy,
Dennis Brown,
Darondo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fear,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Basic Channel,
La Düsseldorf,
New York Dolls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Symarip,
Metal Thangz,
These Immortal Souls,
Rufus Thomas,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Moleskins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Shuggie Otis,
The Vogues,
Siglo XX,
The Techniques,
Camberwell Now,
Electric Light Orchestra,
JFA,
Deadbeat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Reed,
Inner City,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eurythmics,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cramps,
Tommy Roe,
Subhumans,
Echospace,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mars,
Main Source,
Surgeon,
The Toasters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.