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 Yemen and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Skaos to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Pierre Henry,
The Neon Judgement,
New Age Steppers,
The Vogues,
Henry Cow,
Severed Heads,
Animal Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Move,
Swell Maps,
June Days,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mummies,
Connie Case,
The Fortunes,
Tommy Roe,
Half Japanese,
The Red Krayola,
Crash Course in Science,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ohio Players,
The Associates,
Lalann,
Al Stewart,
Curtis Mayfield,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aloha Tigers,
John Holt,
Quadrant,
The Buckinghams,
Reagan Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Radiopuhelimet,
H. Thieme,
DJ Style,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Black Dice,
Television,
Anthony Braxton,
Nik Kershaw,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pulsallama,
Section 25,
The Mojo Men,
Mr. Review,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wings,
David Bowie,
Black Flag,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Pus,
The Stooges,
Television Personalities,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DNA,
Rotary Connection,
The Walker Brothers,
Boredoms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.