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 Chile and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Litter to the techno 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cymande,
Henry Cow,
The Gories,
PIL,
Minny Pops,
Gastr Del Sol,
CMW,
Morten Harket,
Slave,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Leaves,
Funkadelic,
Gang of Four,
Al Stewart,
10cc,
Model 500,
Mars,
Sixth Finger,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mad Mike,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Magazine,
John Coltrane,
Altered Images,
kango's stein massive,
Eric Copeland,
Joey Negro,
Reuben Wilson,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Zapp,
Index,
The Fugs,
X-102,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Electric Prunes,
Yazoo,
Ultravox,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Index,
Public Enemy,
Hot Snakes,
Matthew Bourne,
John Lydon,
Wally Richardson,
Groovy Waters,
Masters at Work,
Whodini,
Rotary Connection,
Soul II Soul,
The Gap Band,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.