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 Barbados and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pagans to the funk 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Chris & Cosey,
Television Personalities,
48th St. Collective,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brothers Johnson,
Minny Pops,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wings,
Graham Central Station,
Grey Daturas,
Yaz,
Freddie Wadling,
La Düsseldorf,
Michelle Simonal,
The Zeros,
Jeff Mills,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sugar Minott,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Sheep,
Idris Muhammad,
Rakim,
Suicide,
Whodini,
Camberwell Now,
AZ,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tomorrow,
Roger Hodgson,
Aaron Thompson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultimate Spinach,
One Last Wish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Spoonie Gee,
Country Joe & The Fish,
10cc,
Sun Ra,
Maleditus Sound,
Y Pants,
Dark Day,
Franke,
Royal Trux,
Von Mondo,
Pole,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Misunderstood,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barbara Tucker,
Peter and Kerry,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Divine Comedy,
Fugazi,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camouflage,
Pylon,
Infiniti,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.