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 Germany and from Seoul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Depeche Mode to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Sheep,
Con Funk Shun,
The Pretty Things,
The Doors,
Dennis Brown,
Ronnie Foster,
Panda Bear,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tommy Roe,
Pantaleimon,
Crime,
Lou Reed,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ten City,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Young Rascals,
Josef K,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DJ Sneak,
Interpol,
DNA,
Gang Starr,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Happenings,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alison Limerick,
Peter and Kerry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Faraquet,
Ken Boothe,
Ohio Players,
The Residents,
Alphaville,
Kerri Chandler,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Can,
Nation of Ulysses,
Young Marble Giants,
Buzzcocks,
Visage,
Gang Gang Dance,
Graham Central Station,
Jacques Brel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Toni Rubio,
The Star Department,
Wolf Eyes,
Swell Maps,
The Electric Prunes,
Neil Young,
New York Dolls,
Echospace,
Infiniti,
Make Up,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.