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 Comoros and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 These Immortal Souls to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Janne Schatter,
The Monochrome Set,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
OOIOO,
David Axelrod,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Byrd,
La Düsseldorf,
Chris & Cosey,
T.S.O.L.,
MDC,
Stereo Dub,
Grandmaster Flash,
Porter Ricks,
Quantec,
Lindisfarne,
Slave,
The Star Department,
the Normal,
Cal Tjader,
ABBA,
EPMD,
Agitation Free,
Lalann,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Robert Wyatt,
The Black Dice,
Al Stewart,
48th St. Collective,
Zapp,
John Foxx,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tomorrow,
Amazonics,
Dawn Penn,
Mo-Dettes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mad Mike,
ABC,
Altered Images,
Pylon,
Kenny Larkin,
Deakin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Index,
Nirvana,
Aaron Thompson,
The Last Poets,
Jacob Miller,
Gang Green,
Zero Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
Alison Limerick,
Oblivians,
Minor Threat,
The Modern Lovers,
the Fania All-Stars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Albert Ayler,
Joe Smooth,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.