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 Belarus and from Madrid.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin 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 OOIOO to the grunge 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Reagan Youth,
Dennis Brown,
Boredoms,
Arthur Verocai,
Suicide,
Godley & Creme,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alison Limerick,
The Selecter,
David Bowie,
Sixth Finger,
The Sound,
DJ Sneak,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cheater Slicks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eden Ahbez,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wasted Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Television Personalities,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
ABBA,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sugar Minott,
Derrick May,
Shuggie Otis,
Minor Threat,
DNA,
Marine Girls,
Black Sheep,
The Gladiators,
Ultra Naté,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Anthony Braxton,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Sherman,
Marc Almond,
Icehouse,
Ultravox,
Depeche Mode,
The Detroit Cobras,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Offenders,
Sandy B,
Rod Modell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joensuu 1685,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Johnny Clarke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Japan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Doors,
Joe Finger,
Derrick Morgan,
Khruangbin,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.