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 Mali and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Angry Samoans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Agitation Free,
Drexciya,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
a-ha,
Con Funk Shun,
Severed Heads,
Negative Approach,
Das Ding,
Maleditus Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aural Exciters,
MDC,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rosa Yemen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Evens,
Barrington Levy,
D'Angelo,
The Sound,
Sonic Youth,
Iggy Pop,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joe Smooth,
Inner City,
The Buckinghams,
Marvin Gaye,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Grass Roots,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Sonics,
Neu!,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gichy Dan,
The Count Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Main Source,
Newcleus,
The Fortunes,
Steve Hackett,
K-Klass,
Bush Tetras,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joy Division,
The Doors,
F. McDonald,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric Copeland,
Janne Schatter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Sheep,
Glenn Branca,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cal Tjader,
Jeff Mills,
Andrew Hill,
Urselle,
Dawn Penn,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.