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 Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the grime 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Laurel Aitken,
The Electric Prunes,
Eurythmics,
The Pretty Things,
Stockholm Monsters,
Darondo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Goldenarms,
Desert Stars,
Cecil Taylor,
Siglo XX,
Theoretical Girls,
The Kinks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bronski Beat,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Youth Brigade,
Alison Limerick,
Organ,
Gang Starr,
Pantaleimon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Swans,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fire Engines,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bill Wells,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nik Kershaw,
Silicon Teens,
Juan Atkins,
the Normal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
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Carl Craig,
Erasure,
Tom Boy,
Little Man,
The Litter,
Todd Terry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Judy Mowatt,
Sun City Girls,
Main Source,
Deadbeat,
LL Cool J,
The Star Department,
Lalann,
Cal Tjader,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.