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 Czech Republic and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet 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 David Bowie to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sound Behaviour,
Yazoo,
Nico,
Quantec,
John Foxx,
Joy Division,
Warsaw,
Morten Harket,
Funkadelic,
DJ Sneak,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lucky Dragons,
The Slackers,
The Electric Prunes,
Laurel Aitken,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ponytail,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
June Days,
The Knickerbockers,
Sandy B,
MDC,
The Fugs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Saints,
Young Marble Giants,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
Patti Smith,
Todd Terry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eden Ahbez,
Severed Heads,
K-Klass,
Fort Wilson Riot,
D'Angelo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scratch Acid,
Blossom Toes,
Hoover,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Womack,
Wire,
Das Ding,
Jeff Mills,
Roxy Music,
Yaz,
Unrelated Segments,
Wally Richardson,
The Monochrome Set,
Radiopuhelimet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Grass Roots,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sällskapet,
Gong,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.